Sacred Roma: Kevin's Generosity

"What's going on?"

Huang Paolo rubbed his eyes and asked.

"Your Uncle Filippo got us into trouble, so we have to leave as soon as possible."

Ramos said bluntly.

"Didn't he say he hadn't told anyone? Then what are we afraid of?"

Inzaghi muttered.

"Stop complaining. If the Brits really find out, even I'll have a hard time dealing with it," Huang Kaiwen said. "He's the director of the Agency for International Development. What he does is what the East India Company used to do. Back in the day, he wouldn't have ranked below a governor."

"But it's so late. Where are we supposed to rent a car?"

Kaka asked worriedly.

There were people on the streets, but they were more dangerous than no people at all.

They were obviously high.

"It's fine. Let's go to Chinatown first."

Huang Kaiwen said.

A crowd had already gathered outside the hotel. Fortunately, they were using the passports provided by the Irish.

Before leaving, Huang the Ball King had taken the surveillance hard drive with him.

There shouldn't be any other problems.

As long as there was no evidence, the Brits wouldn't be able to say much.

The people Adam Willems had brought today clearly weren't the British agents they had seen before. That guy wanted the treasure map in Inzaghi's possession.

Going by the most likely estimate of 370 tons, the treasure map Inzaghi had might be worth over ten billion dollars. That was enough money for a top politician to take risks.

Johannesburg Chinatown was a half-kilometer tree-lined street near Lake Bouma, and it was also Africa's first Chinatown.

Huang Kaiwen had seen news reports that all the businesses there had been robbed before.

That meant they definitely had some connections.

Hollywood movies exaggerated things somewhat, but Chinese people abroad really