Captain China and the Sinking of the Magic Thieves Gang

Iguain again.

George was no longer in a hurry.

He went straight to Cobham Training Ground.

George understood the principle: catching people was one thing, but catching thieves required catching them red-handed.

The British Museum thefts all happened at night. He knew there was no way he could find evidence of Villas-Boas stealing during the day.

On the way to the training ground, he kept thinking about it.

That was it.

Villas-Boas had the identity of an aristocratic descendant, which perfectly explained why he liked antiques. No one would find it strange at all.

As a world-renowned car modification technician, Iguain frequently imported and shipped goods from abroad, making him an excellent channel for fencing stolen items.

There was also the money—how the funds were converted.

Then there was that film company named after two people.

There was only one truth!

Cassano was their accomplice.

George felt he had seen through everything.

The moment he arrived at Cobham's entrance, George was surrounded by reporters.

George was a highly talked-about player now.

Not only were Chinese fans following him; British fans were curious about what he thought as well.

"George, why did you join the China National Team?"

"You've been training at Cobham lately. Are you preparing to join Chelsea?"

"Will you become the next Chelsea captain, just like your father?"

"The China National Team will struggle even to qualify for the World Cup. Why did you choose them?"

"..."

The reporters fired questions at him from every direction.

Growing impatient, George said, "I don't have any further plans for the future yet, but I can tell you this: I won't become any Chelsea captain. As for the China National Team, it's none of your concern. You should worry about England's European Championship instead. You know, there's an interesting saying about