Dybala Was Dumbfounded

It was a little after eight in the evening.

Huang Kaiwen was starving and said, "Let's call it here for today."

"What's going on? My luck is just getting good!"

Inzaghi protested.

"Go home early, Filippo."

Huang Kaiwen said.

If they kept playing, Huang the Ball King was afraid he would not be able to stop himself from getting ruthless.

"Exactly. We're family men; we can't be like you, thinking only about having fun," Kaka urged.

"Fine, I'll let you off today."

Inzaghi happily stuffed the more than two hundred euros he had won into his pocket, hummed a tune, and left Huang Kaiwen's house.

"Kevin, should I take Paolo home?"

Kaka asked after standing there for quite a while.

"It's fine. Let him get used to it."

Huang Kaiwen smiled. "Otherwise, he won't even recognize his own home in the future."

"O-okay."

Kaka left, looking back every few steps.

Seeing that Paolo was still asleep, Huang Kaiwen fried himself a steak and sat on the couch to watch TV.

Recently, Milan had tightened its policies toward Gypsies again, prompting protests from some people. There were even locals among the protesters, including some from the middle class.

Some people were simply too well-fed.

Or maybe nothing had been stolen from them yet.

Under Milan's previous policies, a Gypsy woman could get pregnant once every few years and bear absolutely no legal responsibility for her actions.

How could public security possibly be good under policies like that?

It was only from the TV program that Huang Kaiwen learned the Gypsies had originated in India.

No wonder they had black hair too.

Their tendency to start dancing at the slightest disagreement also fit India's characteristics quite well.

He switched to another channel, where they were discussing transfer news.

It seemed every young