After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 689 - 0264 Assaulting a city is inferior, assaulting a heart is superior (seeking subscriptions)_3

"Corriere dello Sport": "No athlete has ever elevated their sport to the level of art, but Kevin has done it. What’s more valuable is Kevin’s character. He has initiated many charity projects in Asia and Europe and used his influence to get more people involved. This is what the Pope keeps emphasizing, Kevin’s significance to this world goes far beyond that of a regular player."

"Turin Sport Report": "Buffon said in an interview that Kevin is a gem of football, and we will likely never see another player like him. As one of the greatest players in football history, Kevin should make his career even more fulfilling. The intense Premier League matches and Chelsea’s financial power could definitely bring Kevin new pleasures. His experience with Capello also proves that Kevin can get along well with coaches like Mourinho—one of the greatest and one of the most special. Buffon is eagerly looking forward to the chemistry between Kevin and Mourinho."

After Huang Kaiwen arrived in the United Kingdom, he once again experienced the enthusiasm of the British paparazzi.

The Sun newspaper had not lessened its efforts to provoke a one-on-one challenge with Phil Collins.

Huang Kaiwen dared not agree to such a request.

Though the Yellow Ball King was good at throwing games, the price of throwing a one-on-one was getting beaten up—something he wasn’t willing to endure.

If he didn’t throw the game,

Ending up in the hospital was a sure thing for old Collins.

Although his relationship with her father was strained, sending his girlfriend’s dad to the hospital was something that wouldn’t sound good no matter how you put it.

In the hotel,

Neo suggested, "I think it would be better to show the journalists some color, sir. Just one reporter in trouble, and the rest won’t dare to be so brazen."

Huang Kaiwen: ...

Neo’s aggressive streak was growing, just like the temper of every person that the heiress recruited.

"So, what’s your plan?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"I learned some car repair when I was in the army. I could certainly tweak the car a bit. When we leave the parking lot, accelerate and rush out. Whether they get hurt or whatever, after that, if they want to cause trouble, they’ll know to go to the manufacturer, and they’ll never find anything wrong."

Neo replied.

Huang Kaiwen looked at Neo.

His talk of car repair didn’t seem to be about repairs at all.

"Forget it, it’s not worth it,"

Huang Kaiwen said, shaking his head.

Neo explained, "Don’t worry, sir, there won’t be any safety issues. The fake loss of control will be perfect, and there will be no evidence linking it back to us."

"No need."

Huang Kaiwen shook his head again.

The Yellow Ball King liked to win people over with virtue; solving problems on a physical level was too direct and rough, not his style.

If it came to that, he just wouldn’t go out; it would be fine just to attend the match when the time came.

Unless the journalists could sneak in through the ventilation ducts after being wrapped up!

Huang Kaiwen still underestimated the determination of the British paparazzi.

Except for swimming and eating, he never left his room. Within two days, Neo and his crew had confiscated dozens of various hidden recording devices.

There was even a female reporter who flirted, trying to play the old trick of extracting news in the room.

She should have inquired outside. The Yellow Ball King was a man of great personal integrity.

Finally, the 25th of October arrived.

Huang Kaiwen went to the venue to watch the game.

With bodyguards clearing the way, Huang Kaiwen encountered no trouble.

Junhui approached Huang Kaiwen on his own to greet him, "Huang, thanks for coming to watch. You can just call me Ding."

"Good luck, with your skills, beating Robertson shouldn’t be a problem,"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

"I’ll try my best."

Watching Junhui walk away, Huang Kaiwen shook his head.

He was another one with bad luck.

O’Sullivan was just too strong!

If only he had been born earlier, even being Hendry’s rival wouldn’t have been so tough.

Even so, the Yellow Ball King couldn’t escape an interview.

Having accepted Hearn’s invitation, he still had to deal with the official snooker interview.

"Kevin, welcome. Your compatriot Ding is in good form—do you think he can win the championship?" the reporter asked, extending the microphone.

"I can’t say, snooker is not just a contest of skills, it also demands mental strength. Junhui is still young, he has a long way to go,"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

A simple truth he remembered was that Ding Junhui’s victory over O’Sullivan was a long way off in the future.

So the winner of this super snooker league is again O’Sullivan.

"Alright then, let’s switch to another topic. Who do you think is the strongest among these players?"

"O’Sullivan, I’ve watched many of his games, and he’s a super genius,"

Huang Kaiwen replied.

"Do you think O’Sullivan is better than Ding?"

"O’Sullivan is twelve years older than him, making him a more mature player at present. But Junhui’s career is just beginning, and I can’t predict his future,"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

He didn’t lie; he just made it sound a little more artistic.

Ding had average mental resilience.

Praising him too much or pointing out issues could both potentially put him under mental pressure.

So Huang Kaiwen tried to avoid evaluating Ding in his response.

"One last question, Kevin, do you think you have a chance to beat O’Sullivan if you played snooker?"

Huang Kaiwen looked at the reporter.

This was quite an interesting question.

"The current me, participating in a match, would have absolutely no chance to beat O’Sullivan. If I kept training, maybe in a few years, I might have the chance to win once. Okay, I’ve taken up too much time; now I should return to the spectator seats."