December 24th.
Huang Kaiwen jolted awake from his dream.
A familiar pain shot through his left arm, and Huang Kaiwen clenched his teeth and shouted, "Filippo Inzaghi!!!"
The only one who could injure him on a non-match day was none other than Inzaghi.
Neither Kaka nor Maldini had such hobbies.
Huang Kaiwen took out his cell phone and dialed through.
"Hey... bro, brother, the timing of your call... is too perfect, I really need your help."
On the other end of the phone, Inzaghi spoke while panting heavily.
"Damn it, don't answer the phone when you're doing that kind of thing, and how did you get hurt again?"
Huang Kaiwen asked, clearly annoyed.
"How did you know I was hurt?"
Inzaghi continued to gasp and said, "Never mind, it's not the time for small talk. Brother, I'm being chased by three dogs, you'd better come pick me up quickly, or you'll only be able to collect my corpse, I feel like they're about to bite my butt off!"
"Address!"
Huang Kaiwen asked with a cold huff.
