After sitting down.
He realized he was soaked to the skin.
Riding with passion and sprinting with a load, even his underwear could be wrung out.
But it didn't matter.
He had secured a front-row seat and taught that bastard Jones a lesson.
It was all worth it.
20 minutes passed, and the originally empty press conference room was now packed with people.
Most were local journalists from the United Kingdom.
Peter Kenyon stepped onto the stage, glowing and smiling: "Today I want to introduce you to two new friends, who you should be familiar with."
BOOM——
The reporters below the stage exploded.
Wasn't this Kevin's press conference? Why two people?
Could it be?
Some journalists thought of Huang Kaiwen's friends.
Could Chelsea have brought in Kaka or Ramos?
Thinking of this, they got even more excited.
The journalists fixed their eyes on the small door between the pitch and the conference room.
The small door opened and out walked Huang Kaiwen.
