Inzaghi laughed awkwardly and said: "Those dogs must be raised by anti-Roman Empire elements. Ricardo Izeckson dos Santos Leite, thank you for saving me. I'm now appointing you as Imperial Baron."
"Forget it, I don't want to salute you or Cassano."
Kaka said with a look of resistance.
"Exactly." Huang Kaiwen laughed and waved his hand, saying: "Filippo, no one is interested in your imperial title."
"How is that possible?"
Inzaghi, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, pointed at his own face and said: "Someone has already applied for Holy Roman Empire citizenship, but our administrative department hasn't been set up yet, so this matter has to be put on hold."
"Then you'd better be careful. I always feel that those who want to be your subjects are not good people."
Kaka retorted.
Inzaghi was so angry he started yelling loudly.
But nobody paid attention to him.
Huang Kaiwen asked: "You said there's something good, what exactly is it?"
"Come on, let's talk upstairs."
