After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 231 - 0142 Fury of the Leader (Subscribe Please)

Milan City team hastily left Weixi Stadium.

After getting on the bus, they were all stunned.

They were informed.

The charter flight had gone back to Milan first, and they would come back to pick them up tomorrow. Now, they were to be taken to a hotel to rest.

Upon hearing this news.

The entire Milan City team couldn’t help but worry.

Huang Kaiwen had to fly back to Milan City first because his injuries were too severe.

As for staying in Werder Bremen temporarily, they had no objection at all.

On the way to the hotel.

The atmosphere in the bus was very low; hardly anyone spoke.

After arriving at the hotel, Kaka found Ancelotti and, after speaking a few words, left.

...

On the flight back to Milan City.

Huang Kaiwen found it somewhat amusing.

Now the entire medical team was filled with spies for the boss.

All these medics had checked him over.

He clearly had no issues, yet the boss insisted that he fly back to Milan City immediately.

Huang Kaiwen felt the boss was overthinking it.

The Germans wouldn’t be shameless enough to target him in the hospital, right?

Playing a match isn’t supposed to kill him.

Of course, returning now also had its benefits.

After all, being on his own turf, the next steps could be managed more conveniently.

But it was a trap for his teammates.

They had to stay an extra day in Werder Bremen.

He’d make it up to them by treating them to a meal when they returned.

The boss, though somewhat excessive,

Huang Kaiwen could still understand her thoughts.

It was, after all, a direct blow to the neck.

Had it not been for his "Immunity Card,"

today he’d have definitely suffered.

He might not have died but would have turned from Milan’s opera singer into Zhang Bozhi, happily acquiring a raspy voice.

Thinking of such terrifying consequences,

Huang Kaiwen felt he couldn’t easily let Fahrinhearst off the hook.

Once off the plane, he would perform a dramatic "heart-wrenching" act, and Fahrinhearst could wait for his suspension.

After playing a video game for a while.

Huang Kaiwen asked for a bottle of tomato juice.

"You look fine now, but whether there’s really no issue, or the problem hasn’t emerged yet, it’s unclear. It’s best to go back to Milan City for a thorough check-up before drinking water and other beverages," Giovanni Nanni advised.

"I’m fine."

Huang Kaiwen said with a shake of his head and a smile.

Didn’t he know his own body?

Seeing so many people on the plane,

Huang Kaiwen couldn’t help but fall into deep thought.

This the fucking entirety of the medical team on the plane?

The match wasn’t even over; wasn’t the medical team afraid the team might incur more injuries?

It was just blindly flattering the future boss.

If there were more injuries during the match, Ancelotti would have to personally come down to treat the players.

Hopefully, Milan players were a bit more resistant.

Feeling it was about time, Huang Kaiwen stood up and asked, "Who has a cigarette?"

"I do, Kevin. Do you want one?"

A skeptical medic asked.

"Yes, give it to me."

Huang Kaiwen stretched out his hand to take a half-pack of Marlboro and a lighter, saying, "Thank you."

After Huang Kaiwen sat down, Giovanni Nanni began advising again, "Even if you’re upset, smoking won’t solve the problem, especially since your condition really isn’t suitable for irritating your throat."

"You don’t understand."

Huang Kaiwen shook his head.

He casually lit a cigarette.

"Cough cough..."

He barely took a drag before he started coughing violently.

"If you can’t smoke, then don’t smoke," Giovanni Nanni said.

Huang Kaiwen took a deep drag and coughed again.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen chain-smoking several cigarettes, Giovanni Nanni disdainfully fanned the air with a magazine.

He completely misunderstood Huang Kaiwen’s intentions.

"Ah, whoa, yi goosefish..."

After lowering his voice, Huang Kaiwen felt it was about right.

He then recorded a message on his phone, and his voice now sounded like Adu’s.

Satisfied, Huang Kaiwen extinguished the cigarette, unscrewed the tomato juice, and dabbed a few drops onto his shirt.

Feeling that wasn’t enough, Huang Kaiwen simply took a gulp and sprayed it all over his shirt.

The previously neat white sweatshirt now sported very noticeable red spots.

Giovanni Nanni shuddered.

He wasn’t foolhardy; he could guess some things from Huang Kaiwen’s actions.

If it was as he suspected,

then that offending player had no good end in sight.

Milan’s chief medic suddenly felt he had been a bit excessive.

Using Kevin as a guinea pig.

But they were all insiders.

Kevin wouldn’t retaliate against him, right?

...

An eye-catching ambulance was parked at the entrance of Malpensa Airport.

The well-informed reporters had already been waiting at the door, setting up their cameras, just waiting for Huang Kaiwen to appear.

"Here he comes!"

Someone shouted.

It was like pouring a cup of water into hot oil.

All the reporters squeezed forward vigorously, struggling to raise their microphones and recorders.

Especially when they saw Huang Kaiwen being wheeled out on a stretcher.

Click click click,

The flash went off incessantly as if the film were free.

"Could Kevin be in danger of losing his life?"

"Is Kevin seriously injured?"

"I heard Kevin’s throat was shattered, is that true?"

"Is Kevin in a coma?"

The front-row reporters were especially frantic, nearly climbing onto the stretcher to get a closer look. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Unfortunately, though,

the security was highly stringent today.

The boss had spent quite a bit of money.

There were two layers of security just on the perimeter.

Bodyguards surrounded the stretcher, their suit jackets bulging with concealed items.

Even if James and a tiger teamed up, they couldn’t get close to Huang Kaiwen.

After being pushed onto the ambulance, Huang Kaiwen "weakly" waved his hand.

"Neo."

"Mr. Kevin, do you have any instructions?"

"Bring two reporters over here."

"But... they might hurt you."

"Do as I say!"

Seeing Huang Kaiwen’s firm tone, Neo reluctantly got out of the ambulance and chose two seemingly honest reporters.

Before getting on, Neo warned, "Don’t ask questions, don’t take photos; just write down whatever Mr. Kevin says."

Lying down, Huang Kaiwen felt like jumping up and smacking the bodyguard on the head.

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