The tour guide said.

Tunis city is not in the center of the country, but rather on the fringes.

For the Mediterranean, the Suez Canal route is the traffic lifeline, and it’s not far from Sicily and Sardinia.

The starting taxi fare is 0.2 dollars, and after 5 kilometers, it’s about 0.7 dollars for every 3 kilometers.

The exchange rate between the dollar and Tunisian dinar is about 3.2.

Upon reaching the seaside. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Young Master went to choose the snacks he was interested in.

Huang Kaiwen bought a few skewers of meat and conveniently also bought a portion of chickpeas wrapped in newspaper.

These chickpeas are made with sesame and olive oil, tasting slightly like chestnuts, one of Tunisia’s traditional snacks.

Not long after, Young Master came over with chicken skewers and braised meat, almost making Huang Kaiwen think he was back home.

Tunisian braised meat is made from beef, pork, lamb, and other meats, stewed with various vegetables and spices.

Young Master took a bite and immediately said disdainfully, "The spice taste is too strong."

"This shouldn’t be their traditional cuisine."

Huang Kaiwen laughed and said, "After all, there are many merchants here, it might be cuisine from other places; they don’t eat pork due to their religion."

"Oh, oh."

Young Master nodded repeatedly.

Kevin seems to know everything.

Whenever Chris thought of his father, who besides playing football, couldn’t do anything else, he felt a bit worried.

It’s all about comparison, Huang Kaiwen easily outshines Paol Maldini.

Better at football than Maldini, better in every aspect than Maldini.

It’s no wonder Cristian would see Huang Kaiwen as an idol.

Most people in this world inherently admire strength.

Huang Kaiwen and Young Master sat at the table eating and watching; there were quite a few tourists, some brave ones even wore swimsuits.

"Won’t they get into trouble for wearing that?"

Young Master asked.

He had some understanding of that religion too.

"Probably not."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Port cities like this are quite knowledgeable, and people aren’t as devout.

If it were in the remote mountains, Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t dare to eat in public, because Ramadan is approaching, and that would cause trouble.

After finishing their meal, the tour guide, who disappeared for a while, returned with people to splash water on Huang Kaiwen and Young Master.

Then he said, "You need to wash your face and body, it’s our guest welcoming ritual."

Huang Kaiwen smiled and pulled out a Jackson from his wallet, handing it to the tour guide saying, "We won’t be joining."

"All right, all right!"

The tour guide said with a beaming smile.

"Kevin, when are we leaving?"

Young Master asked.

He was getting a bit tired of the scenery here.

"Tomorrow, you need a good sleep today."

Huang Kaiwen advised.

"Okay, I understand."

Young Master got up and strolled by the seaside, with foreign tourists even chatting him up.

Huang Kaiwen sitting under the umbrella smiled and gave a thumbs up.

When young one should date more, don’t be like Inzaghi, alone in later years.

After about half an hour, Young Master came back.

Huang Kaiwen teased, "Is she a French girl?"

"Yes, she lives in Lyon."

Young Master nodded, slightly embarrassed.

"Didn’t you invite her to dinner tonight?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"Kevin! She’s here with her parents."

Young Master said a bit angrily.

Kids at this age have a thin skin.

"Maybe her parents would support you dating."

Huang Kaiwen stood up and said, "Since there’s no further development, let’s head back to the hotel early."

This time, the hotel was chosen by Albert in advance.

Not too expensive and conspicuous, nor one of the hotels favored by Arabs.

Otherwise, staying in the same place with them could easily cause conflict.

Until dinner time, Huang Kaiwen didn’t see Inzaghi in the restaurant.

"Where’s Filippo?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"He went out to have fun."

Ramos said, not really caring about Inzaghi’s whereabouts.

Before long, Inzaghi, glowing with excitement, waved some cash as he sat down, exclaiming, "I didn’t know there was a sheep fighting competition here, it’s so interesting."

Huang Kaiwen and Neo exchanged a glance, Neo immediately stood up with his tray to observe the surroundings.

Being so flamboyant easily attracts unwanted attention.

No matter how honest Tunisia is now, centuries ago they were also pirates.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, Inzaghi hesitantly asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

"Don’t worry."

Huang Kaiwen smiled and said, "It’s just that holding money like that isn’t wise, I should have told you earlier."

With the Golden Prison Award, Huang Kaiwen was a bit careless.

He decided to tell Inzaghi tomorrow morning the purpose of this trip, to prevent him from being unaware and unguarded.

Now in Tunisia, Inzaghi should know the importance.

Twenty minutes later, Neo leaned over and whispered in Huang Kaiwen’s ear, "Sir, I noticed someone tailing us, not sure if it’s aimed at us."

"Let’s handle it as if it’s aimed at us."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Better to be cautious.

This matter must not be disclosed.

At night, when sleeping, Neo arranged for everyone to share rooms, leaving half of the rooms unoccupied.

They spent the night without incidents.

Upon learning the trip’s purpose, Inzaghi’s eyes widened.

After a long while, he somewhat resentfully said, "Even this little guy knew before me, are we still brothers?"

"But I think he can keep secrets better than you."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Inzaghi rolled his eyes and silently sat in the back seat of the van.

Kaka and Ramos still didn’t have any relationship, while Cristian Maldini knew before him, it really hit him hard.