After 2 p.m.
Huang Kaiwen and Gagliani got into the car rented by Neo and headed to Camp Nou.
"Isn't Pep overdoing it a bit, we wouldn't have any issues just taking a cab."
Gagliani complained.
"You never know."
Huang Kaiwen replied.
Among football giants, there's only one club that turns on the sprinklers during the opponent's celebration.
Barcelona had already lost 3 UEFA Champions League titles to AC Milan, nothing they do at this point would be surprising.
"The gentleman is right."
Neo, who was driving, raised what was in his hand and said: "An old-fashioned eavesdropper, they didn't even think to buy a smaller one."
Huang Kaiwen glanced at Gagliani, who awkwardly laughed.
In this aspect, his methods really were lacking.
Neo took a detour, and the three arrived at Camp Nou without any obstacles.
After 4 p.m., Huang Kaiwen slightly disguised himself and easily entered the locker room.
"Who is it?"
