0108 Fight Club (Subscribe please)

Milan's jerseys.

White as snow.

Black hair cut to an inch long.

It truly tests one's attractiveness.

Huang Kaiwen's looks are striking.

His angular, pale face like jade.

Beneath arched eyebrows,

a pair of deep, black eyes,

and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

His thin lips bore a faint smile.

Clearly, he was the type to captivate countless young girls.

Huang Kaiwen sprinted toward the main stand.

Spreading his arms, he looked up to the sky, symbolizing his confrontation with the Vatican.

Boom—

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

Huang Kaiwen's celebration completely ignited Stade Louis II.

The fans cheered and leapt for joy.

As if their arms weren't their own.

Frantically waving the scarves in their hands.

Some scarves bought at the stadium's gates were off-colored.

A certain small commodities wholesale market became the biggest winner.

But their adoration for Huang Kaiwen was no less than that for the genuine article!