Holy Roman Empire Side Story: Leader Inzaghi (Please Subscribe)

"Waaah, you can't leave! You took my passport with you—what am I supposed to do?"

Inzaghi clung to Galliani's leg, refusing to let go as he wept, tears and snot streaming down his face. "If I don't go back, the team won't have a head coach. I don't want to stay here with cannibals..."

"Don't worry, Filippo. Ancelotti has already accepted the club's invitation to return to Milan, so you don't need to worry about that!"

Galliani said with a smile.

At those words, Inzaghi cried even harder.

He had finally come up with such an excellent plan, yet he still hadn't managed to become the team's head coach.

Still, he had some sense and didn't bring up the contract.

After all, whether the contract was real or fake was up to Huang Kaiwen, wasn't it?

Inzaghi wailed, "I'm Kevin's best brother! What if I die in Africa?"

"Don't worry. I'll have someone send you an AK, and then you'll be safe." Galliani said. "The Holy Roman Empire happens to be in Africa too. If you somehow fight your way from here to Egypt, wouldn't the Holy Roman Empire be restored? You could directly—"

When he had been sent to Africa before, he had lived in fear every day.

Now that Inzaghi was going to suffer in Africa too, Galliani felt much better.

Inzaghi still clung to Galliani's leg without letting go. Galliani clapped his hands, and two burly bodyguards came over, grabbed Inzaghi around the waist, and dragged him backward.

"You can't do this, Adriano!!! I have a wife and child, damn it..."

Unfortunately, His Majesty the Emperor was not much of a physical specimen. He was no match for two bodyguards and was easily subdued.

Inzaghi sat on the sofa, sniffling miserably.

This time, he really might die