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Chapter 1949 - 513: The Magician at the End of World War II

Neo suddenly yanked the steering wheel hard and smashed right back into them.

He rammed the last Citroën into the wall.

Only after the impact did Inzaghi let out a yelp: "Next time if it’s gonna be this intense, can you at least give a heads-up?"

"Sorry, next time for sure!"

Neo said with a cold sneer.

"You must be really unpopular. Don’t tell me you’re still not married?"

Inzaghi mocked.

Neo’s expression always made him feel really uncomfortable.

"He has two kids, and they’re both doing great at school."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

"Bloody hell!"

Inzaghi swore.

He realized everyone seemed to have their own family.

Looking at it that way, he, this Holy Roman Emperor, was really kind of pathetic.

"You’re hurt?!"

Turning his head, Huang Kaiwen saw the blood on Neo’s clothes and cried out.

"It’s nothing, sir. Let’s figure out what they’re here for first."

Neo pushed open the door and got out, yanking open the Citroën’s driver-side door.

He dragged the driver out and slammed a couple of sandbag-sized fists straight into the guy’s face.

"Talk. Why are you tailing us?"

Neo asked in French.

"Watch out he doesn’t bite down on a poison tooth and kill himself." Kaka raised his hand to remind him.

"You’ve watched way too many movies, Ricardo."

Inzaghi hooked an arm around Kaka’s neck and said, "Nobody’s that crazy."

Bang—

Suddenly there was a thud.

There was a guy with a rifle hanging off the passenger door, apparently knocked out, and Young Master still had a metal wrench in his hand.

"Nice work, Chris!"

Huang Kaiwen gave him a thumbs-up with a grin.

Young Master scratched the back of his head and chuckled, very pleased to finally be useful.

A bit pissed off, Neo bent down and drove two more punches into the bridge of the driver’s nose, then growled, "Don’t wanna talk, tough guy? Then I’ll show you how we deal with enemies on the battlefield!"

"I’m German, I don’t speak French."

The driver said weakly.

"Why were you targeting us?"

Huang Kaiwen asked in German.

"We were targeting him."

The man looked at Neo and said, "Lots of people come to Tunisia looking for The Third Reich’s treasure. Our boss wants to find that money to fund our cause."

"The Third Reich?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

He wasn’t sure if he’d guessed right.

Before the man could go on, Neo grabbed his shirt and ripped it open.

Seeing the swastika tattoo on the guy’s arm, Huang Kaiwen understood everything.

"Since you lot are still playing this game, stop dreaming about treasure. Wouldn’t it be better to just rebuild a soap factory early?"

Ramos lowered his head, patted the man’s face, and asked.

Back then, the people who scammed him were also Jewish people.

"Let’s go."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Before Neo could make a move, Ramos just stepped forward and kicked.

Young Master watched the driver fly several meters and slam into the wall, then lowered his head to look at his own leg.

Sigh.

He was still a long way from being a footballer!

"There shouldn’t be anyone following us now, sir, we can head straight to Gulanbaliye." Neo said.

"We’re going back to Tunis city first to get your wound taken care of."

Huang Kaiwen slid straight into the driver’s seat as he spoke.

"But sir..."

"No buts. Sergio, you guys move him to the back seat." Huang Kaiwen said.

This time Inzaghi sat in the front passenger seat, and Young Master stayed in the third row.

Inzaghi said, a little excited, "Feels like this is only the second time I’ve seen you drive, you lazy bastard."

"Yeah, last time I was driving you got tangled up with some woman claiming she was pregnant with your kid."

Huang Kaiwen said irritably.

"Maybe he regrets not keeping that kid. Even if the kid wasn’t his, having one might’ve meant he wouldn’t be this lonely." Kaka suddenly cut in.

Unusually, Inzaghi didn’t talk back.

After a while, Kaka suddenly yelled, "He’s bleeding too much, Kevin!"

"Bandage him up. We’re going to the French Embassy."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Gunshot wounds like this were a pain.

And it was an even bigger pain for foreigners trying to get treated at a hospital.

He had no idea which local little clinic could handle this kind of injury.

"But, sir..."

Neo struggled to say, "The embassy will definitely start asking questions."

"And will you tell them?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"Of course not!" Neo said.

"Then we’re fine."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

He had already figured out what the problem was.

Trait: Golden Prison Award (Ronaldinho) — Greatly increases affinity with criminals; they won’t choose to target you or your friends and family.

The "friends and family" range clearly didn’t include Neo.

Huang Kaiwen personally had nothing against Neo, but Neo had never considered himself Mr. Huang’s friend or family. This thing was always meant to work both ways.

Inzaghi, on the other hand, was Yellow Ball King’s friend, so there was no way he’d be targeted.

This was something Huang Kaiwen couldn’t talk him out of.

Neo really did have flawless professional ethics.

Fuck.

Yellow Ball King had always been the one abusing bugs.

Didn’t expect the system to bug him for once.

In the afternoon they drove their battered, scarred car straight to the French Embassy.

Led in by the military attaché, the group met the French ambassador to Tunisia.

"Miss Berlusconi has already called me. Our doctor will take care of his wound." The ambassador to Tunisia said, shaking hands with Huang Kaiwen.

"Then I’ll trouble you. You know Tunisia isn’t exactly peaceful right now."

Huang Kaiwen glanced out the window as he spoke.

"Yeah, not peaceful at all."

The French ambassador to Tunisia said a bit awkwardly, "The Yanks are always stirring things up. Their movies and comics love making fun of other people’s beliefs. To prevent another wave of protests, all we can do is put up barbed wire."