CHAPTER 1429: CHAPTER 411: SKY-SHOCKING THIEVES PROLOGUE

Huang Kaiwen suggested.

"Let’s go then."

Cassano looked at Ramos and said, "Do you want to compete with Uncle Antonio, Kevin II?"

"I’ll kill you..."

Huang Kaiwen laughed and pulled out his phone, sending out a group invite.

Unfortunately, it was a bit late and most people had already made plans.

At eleven in the morning, Huang Kaiwen, Cassano, Ramos, Huntelaar, and two players transferred from Tottenham bought fishing gear and drove to Brighton.

kilometers away, they left immediately.

Before twelve, the group arrived at their destination.

Brighton is a seaside city, but now only has a single pier left.

It has also transformed from a commercial pier into an entertainment pier.

Seeing an amusement park, Cassano said with some interest, "Why don’t we go play over there?"

"Better not..."

Bale said hesitantly.

"Why? I think the amusement park is a lot of fun."

Cassano said, somewhat displeased.

"That area is a well-known spot for gathering by the same sex, we might be misunderstood if we go there."

Bale said with a hint of disdain.

Things like this happen a lot in the United Kingdom, but in the media, the attitude is always like this.

"Let’s just forget about it then."

Huntelaar nodded and said.

None of them brought their partners today, and if they get photographed playing over there, it would be hard to explain.

"There’s a place renting out boats over there, I’ll go ask how to rent one."

Cassano changed the topic and said.

The group rented a fishing boat and began their entertainment for the day.

"Let me tell you first, this is a competition."

Cassano stood with hands on his hips and said, "Everyone pays 1000 bucks, the winner takes it all, the boat rental ends at 4 pm, and the losers have to treat for dinner."

"I have no objections, if you want to treat just say so."

Ramos shrugged and said.

"We’ll see about that." Cassano snorted.

Modric didn’t want to participate in a money-spending competition, but seeing Bale not say anything, he also kept quiet.

Different growth environments cultivate different characters.

He isn’t overly frugal, but he also doesn’t waste money on meaningless things.

Currently, the phone he uses is still the Nokia phone that Mamic originally gave him.

Huntelaar moved a stool to sit beside Ramos, and asked across Ramos, "Kevin, do you often go fishing?"

"No, but my clients particularly enjoy fishing, you should understand, sometimes you can’t do everything based on interests."

Huang Kaiwen looked up and said with a smile.

"Clients, are they the sponsors?"

Bale interrupted and asked.

"You could say that, after all, every year he sends me a significant amount of money."

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.

Previously, fishing was done together with Inzaghi.

The charity gambler particularly loves fishing.

"They say there are many kinds of fish here, you can even catch sharks."

Cassano said, pursing his lips, his eyes unconsciously glancing at Ramos’ fishing rod.

Winning isn’t the most important thing, the key is not to lose to Ramos.

As they were chatting, Modric’s rod showed some movement.

Everyone immediately gathered around.

"Just pull it in, it’s a tiger shark."

The boat owner walked over to remind them.

Cassano spent 400 pounds renting his boat.

Modric held the fishing rod, not knowing what to do, it was his first time catching a shark.

The boat owner came over and started to reel it in, not bothering to play with the fish, using brute force to pull it out.

"Impressive Luca!"

Bale excitedly went over and gestured with his arm, the fish was longer than his arm, quite a catch.

Modric scratched his head and chuckled modestly, "You guys can catch one too in a bit."

"That’s true, fish are abundant in this sea area."

The boat owner looked at them and asked, "By the way, do you guys have fishing licenses?"

"Of course, my agent helped me apply for it specially." Huntelaar nodded and said.

Originally, he didn’t care much about this.

But after Inzaghi got caught fishing in the River Thames and nearly missed the UEFA Champions League, he transferred to London.

The agent then got him a fishing license, including a special one for the River Thames, afraid that someday he might go fishing without a license and make headlines in the papers.

"That’s good, otherwise you’d be in trouble; there are frequent checks here, and some animal rights activists looking for trouble." The boat owner said.

Living by the sea isn’t easy either.

The United Kingdom’s economy isn’t growing, so very few people spend money renting boats at high prices.

Usually, only tourists and international students do such things.

He hopes these wealthy football stars will come more often and help his business.

The group sat back down.

As time went by.

Everyone except Cassano caught fish one after another.

Huang Kaiwen even caught a European eel, which is rare in that sea area.

Cassano grew more anxious.

His competitive spirit was always strong.

Now he just hopes he won’t come in last place, and muttered to himself, "Please, give me some fish, give me some fish, God, please don’t make me treat, I’m willing to trade Giggs’ lifelong bachelorhood for it."

Unfortunately, God did not hear his prayers.

At 4 o’clock, Cassano still hadn’t caught anything, and out of the six people, he was the only one to end up empty-handed.

"Damn, I shouldn’t have come fishing today, should’ve played with the remote-control cars instead."

As they came ashore, Cassano said, swearing.

The cost of treating wasn’t what bothered him, it was the face.

Everyone from Chelsea caught fish, which made him very unhappy.

"Everyone has bad luck sometimes; maybe your luck will turn tomorrow."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, trying to comfort him.

"Let’s hope; I’d like Monica Bellucci to show up naked at my doorstep, holding a black leather suitcase with ten billion dollars inside."