After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 998 - 0329 Indiana Boas (Subscribe Request)_5

Suddenly, he stopped, turned around, and asked, "Kevin, are you very popular in Italy?"

"Of course!"

Ramos proudly said, "Kevin is the most popular person in Italy, bar none! If he wanted to run for office, no one could compete with him."

"Sergio is a bit exaggerated."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

"That’s wonderful."

Boas excitedly led the two to the table, opened his notebook, and said, "Lately, I’ve been wanting a sword, but that sword is kept in a church in Italy."

"Coach, what do you mean...?"

Huang Kaiwen asked somewhat uncertainly.

Things that can be kept in a church usually have some background.

Even Mr. Huang couldn’t easily step in to buy it.

"Here’s what I’m thinking, I recently got some inspiration from watching Hollywood movies, I want you to help me get a blueprint of the church or an internal layout, with the plumbing marked out, and preferably a maintenance personnel work log, that’s all!"

Boas said.

Huang Kaiwen widened his eyes.

This is simple, my ass?

Listening to Boas, Huang Kaiwen quickly realized.

This guy is getting ready to perform a real-life version of "Once a Thief."

"Coach."

Huang Kaiwen asked, "What’s so special about that sword?"

"Of course!"

Boas nodded vigorously and said, "That sword has strong magic power, I think with it I can find a way to communicate with magic elements."

"I’ll ask around if I have time, I’ve got to go now."

Huang Kaiwen said, pulling Ramos along and leaving.

"What’s wrong, Kevin?"

Once outside, Ramos asked.

"Nothing, just stay out of the coach’s business."

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said.

If they didn’t leave now, they’d become accomplices to international cultural heritage theft.

Unexpectedly, after the Big Ben incident, Boas is getting crazier.

If this continues, he won’t even need to act; he can just shoot "Indiana Jones."

After dinner.

Ramos and Huang Kaiwen went home together.

The two played some games and went to bed early.

Early the next morning, Ramos went home to pack his luggage.

Then the whole team flew to Russia together.

"Could I change seats?"

Abramovich came up smiling and asked.

Ramos looked at Huang Kaiwen, who nodded slightly, and Ramos stood up.

After Abramovich sat down, he said, "During the last UEFA Champions League final, you left an impression on the Luzhniki Stadium and all of Russia, so this time Russian fans are eager to see you."

"I see, so we left a day earlier for an away game?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"Yes, exactly, and there’s also a performance at Zenit’s home ground, if you’re interested, you can go on stage too."

Abramovich said.

"I’ll pass."

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said.

He’s a player, not a pop star. Singing a few lines at his own stadium is one thing, but stepping out to be a guest performer is another.

"Alright then."

Abramovich said with a smile.

He always used a negotiating tone with Huang Kaiwen, which Huang Kaiwen found very pleasant.

Abramovich also briefed Huang Kaiwen on the current situation in Russia, some local customs, before returning to his seat with Ramos.

After Ramos returned.

The two played some games.

London to Moscow takes about four hours, and it’s just over an hour from Moscow to Saint Petersburg.

The timing had been well calculated before departing.

When Chelsea’s team landed at Pulkovo Airport in Saint Petersburg, it was just dusk.

"Sitting on a plane for so long, I’m about to get hemorrhoids."

Ashley Cole complained.

Usually, away games involve short flights, and six-plus hours felt very long to him.

"Feels even colder here than in London!"

Terry tightened the collar of his coat and said.

"Of course, it’s over 50 degrees colder here than in London."

Huang Kaiwen said.

The UK uses Fahrenheit, so 50 degrees is equal to 10 degrees Celsius.

Right now, it’s about 14 degrees in London, while the temperature in Saint Petersburg keeps fluctuating around freezing.

"Damn, how can anyone play football in this cold?"

Cole continued to complain.

"Come on, it’s just one game to get through."

Terry consoled, "It’s not like you have to live outside; you’ll be fine once we’re on the bus."

"No wonder no one wants to come here."

Ashley Cole grumbled.

He even suspected that Mourinho was faking illness to avoid freezing in Russia.

Otherwise, how could a stomach flu last for several days without getting better.

If this keeps up, they might as well let Boas take over.

The group quickly boarded the bus.

In the bus’s air conditioning, they gradually escaped the cold.

However, the Chelsea players didn’t regain their vitality.

After today’s travel ordeal, everyone was exhausted.

In the bus’s bumpy ride, almost everyone drifted off to sleep.

After 8 p.m., they reached the hotel.

After dinner, the whole team returned to their rooms for rest.

Huang Kaiwen washed up, chatted with Ramos for a bit, and soon drifted off to sleep.

The next morning.

Rested and refreshed, Huang Kaiwen and Ramos washed up and went downstairs, only to meet Abramovich’s secretary, Marina.

"Kevin, come with me."

Marina said.

Huang Kaiwen waved to Ramos to let him go eat first.

Following Marina to the hotel’s lounge, Huang Kaiwen met an unexpected person!