Kaka had something on his mind, even during the celebrations he seemed worried.

He was never good at hiding his thoughts, everything was written on his face.

Some media even thought Kaka was preparing to transfer away from Milan.

He’s been at Milan long enough, and besides Huang Kaiwen, he’s the only Ballon d’Or winner who can still play.

It’s normal for teams to want him.

As for which team, they don’t even need to inquire, just fill in Real Madrid directly.

Everyone knows about Real Madrid’s interest in Kaka.

At 29, Kaka was still at the tail end of his peak, and crucially, his market value was also very high.

Compared to Real Madrid’s current main attacking midfielder, Kaka outshines him in every way.

After the celebrations, Huang Kaiwen went home with Kaka.

And he reminded Ramos to bring Inzaghi over tomorrow.

"Where’s Beatrice?"

Huang Kaiwen asked curiously.

"She’s gone to the island to rest; her father wasn’t comfortable leaving her in Milan."

Kaka laughed and said," After all, the due date is near, we can’t take her with us."

What could Huang Kaiwen say?

He could only give a thumbs up.

Even if Kaka went into archaeology, he’d achieve something.

But as for family, it’s hard to say; both archaeologists and sailors have high-risk jobs, so returning home after three years and seeing a one-year-old kid isn’t surprising.

Kaka excitedly laid out his stuff on the bed.

World War II German maps, military canteens, compasses, and other things that looked quite old, it was unclear which country’s army equipment they were from.

"Mein Kampf," "Rommel biography," "Italian version: Mediterranean Strategy and Value," "The Romance of France"...some compressed biscuits and various single-soldier heated meals, even domestic ones were there.

What really impressed was when Huang Kaiwen saw a Desert Eagle.

Kaka, a bit embarrassed, said," I originally wanted a few revolvers, but Beatrice’s father said those were difficult to procure, so he got us this instead, though it’s unassembled."

Huang Kaiwen:...

One would think you’re going to liberate Tunisia.

To not discourage Kaka, Huang Kaiwen picked out the canteen and compass and said," We’ll just take these, Neo will ensure our safety once we reach Tunisia."

"Alright then!"

Kaka said, a bit disappointed.

Huang Kaiwen’s words seemed to suggest he wouldn’t get the chance to have a shootout with bad guys.

After returning home, Huang Kaiwen told Lily about the plan.

She actually wanted to go, but Huang Kaiwen refused.

Even with the Golden Prison Award ensuring no danger, it would still be inconvenient, all being men.

Huang Kaiwen also couldn’t guarantee the sanitary conditions in Fahrinhearst, after all, it was the desert, not city tourism.

A dissatisfied Lily climbed onto Huang Kaiwen.

And half an hour later, she fell into a deep sleep.

After tucking Lily in, Huang Kaiwen began his final preparations.

In movies, they always take maps for the villains to snatch, so Huang Kaiwen simply left his behind.

He had memorized everything anyway.

The next morning, Huang Kaiwen and Neo finished packing and were about to depart when they saw Ramos accompanied by Inzaghi and Kaka, and crucially, a little tail.

"Why’d you bring Chris along?"

Huang Kaiwen asked, a bit surprised.

Inzaghi shrugged helplessly and said," Paul realized you and Ricardo were scheming something, and since he’s busy with club matters, he decided to hand this kid to you for a vacation."

Huang Kaiwen held his forehead and said," Alright, this time we’re heading to the Tunisian desert to witness North Africa’s fascinating creatures."

"Sounds boring,"

Inzaghi said with a pout.

"Why don’t you stay behind? We can only bring one kid along."

Huang Kaiwen asked irritably.

Inzaghi quickly shook his head, grabbing Huang Kaiwen’s arm.

"Is Albert ready?"

Huang Kaiwen looked over at Neo and asked.

"Yes, sir!"

Neo nodded.

This summer, with no big tournaments, Mr. Huang would surely be the media’s target.

If he didn’t find a double, reporters would easily discover his whereabouts.

Treasure hunting wasn’t an issue.

There were still quite a few private treasure hunting teams looking for Nazi treasures.

But if the amount was too large, Huang Kaiwen feared the Jewish people, those troublemakers, would jump out demanding compensation.

Then wouldn’t the Yellow Ball King be working for them for free?

"Is it really necessary to disguise for just a trip?"

Inzaghi curiously asked.

"Of course, unless you want a group of reporters on your tail,"

Ramos said.

Inzaghi quickly shook his head.

He’d heard Tunisia, like the Netherlands, had that kind of industry quite developed.

Maybe this time he’d get the chance to see it firsthand.

Kaka, seeing Inzaghi’s smile, advised," If you don’t want to go down in history like Louis XIV or Charlie II for rotting down there, I’d suggest you keep yourself clean, after all, you’ve ruled over a person."

"It’s actually two!"

Inzaghi, with a stiff neck, said," Sir Fernando is already a sheriff in the Holy Roman Empire."

Huang Kaiwen gave a thumbs up.

Inzaghi seemed to never refuse anything, whether it be the Holy Roman or a knight, maybe he’d even establish an Order of the Golden Fleece someday.

Huang Kaiwen thought Inzaghi’s hobby was pretty good.

Not lacking money and keeping himself busy; if he managed to build an empire, it’d be more satisfying than playing games like "Civilization."

While they were disguising themselves,

Albert had already gone to the airport with "Huang Kaiwen."

That lucky person would soon enjoy a paid Cosica holiday.