"Ha~ That's the National Stadium, meow~" Albert looked at the large ring-shaped building from a distance and could recognize it as some kind of stadium at a glance.
However, the building itself is just big, and it looks a bit shabby. It doesn't look like a large stadium that can represent a country at all.
"But why is it so shabby?" Albert asked.
"There's no money to repair it," Mutter replied lightly.
"What? Egypt's National Stadium actually has no money to repair it?" the tiger youth expressed confusion.
"The last renovation was five years ago. Originally, the state allocated a budget to repair the stadium, but the officials responsible for it lined their own pockets. They pocketed the entire budget of more than one billion, and then used the money to go abroad. Now it's still...
It was not captured." Mutt shook his head: "The repairs were finally completed with donations from Father Sphinx. However, looking at the dilapidated appearance of it now, the succeeding officials must have restored it again.
A lot of donations have been pocketed. Really, everyone treats Dad as a cash machine."
Albert had also heard vaguely that the corruption problem within the Egyptian government was very serious.
"So this stadium was basically built with dad's money," he said.
"You can say that." Mutt swaggered towards the entrance of the stadium. Because they were wearing Sphynx jerseys, the guard at the door did not stop them and let them enter the stadium directly.
"Wow." After entering the gymnasium and taking a few glances, Albert realized that the interior was even more shabby than it looked on the outside. Many walls had cracks, and the paint on the ceiling of the corridor even peeled off in some places.
It looked quite shabby. In comparison, the Sphinx Underground Arena in Cairo was simply too luxurious. Albert finally understood why Father Sphinx spent his own money to build a stadium instead of borrowing from Egypt.
An official stadium. Instead of throwing money into the hands of corrupt officials and letting them line their own pockets, it is better to spend money to build a stadium for your own use and entertain yourself.
Albert glanced at Mutt again. There was sadness on the cat-man boy's face, and it was obvious that he was missing Father Sphinx.
"Father Sphinx donated two billion to them." Mutt whispered: "Those bastards, even if they spend one-tenth of the two billion to repair the stadium, they won't be able to do anything."
To make it in such a bad state..."
"But think on the bright side--" Albert said with a wry smile: "Father Sphinx donated money to the Egyptian government in order to sell favors. He also got a lot of privileges from it.
Not meow? For example, a license to operate a casino."
"What are you talking about?" Mutt rolled his eyes at Albert: "The privilege of running a casino was not bought by Father Sphinx with money. It was a fight between Leoport and the Prime Minister.
..Bet and win back."
"...Huh?" The tiger man young man was a little stunned.
"That was a long time ago. Before that, Dad was only doing business and running hotels. The country has never given Dad the privilege of opening a casino." Mutt touched his chin and recalled: "
I don’t know the details. In short, Leoport made a bet with the Prime Minister and several members of the parliament. Of course, those ministers lost the bet and owed Leo two hundred.
The operating license of Duoyi Casino is used to pay off debts."
"Isn't this... a bit too childish?"
"Child's play? No. This country has always had this kind of morality." Mutt smiled and shook his head and said: "Anyway, they are just a group of officials who are not doing anything serious. The child's play license won from the hands of the child's play guys can be used for
This is the perfect place for such a child's play."
"But it's a shame that Leoport can...win the bet. This sounds like some kind of bet that can bankrupt a person. If he loses, it will definitely have a great impact on Father Sphinx."
."
"Leo has never lost a bet." Mutt said, "I have never seen that guy lose a bet since a long time ago."
"How is this possible?" Albert snorted disapprovingly. Aren't most gambling games just games of probability? Naturally, there will be winners and losers.
"Really. As long as it is related to interests and considered as a gambling duel, he has never lost once." Mutt replied: "It has nothing to do with interests. Pure [competition] has seen him lose."
Yes. For example, in the International Bridge Competition the year before last, he only won second place."
"That's pretty awesome." Albert wanted to praise Leo, "It's really because he's smart enough to make good use of the good cards he has------"
"No. You don't understand. Leo's bet... his luck is extraordinary. It's just like cheating. Others may need to use various tricks to win, or they may need to use strategies to win, but then
This guy doesn't even need to use his brain. He just sits at the gambling table and an invincible hand of good cards will be automatically delivered to him."
"Isn't this just superstition?"
"You won't understand if you haven't experienced it yourself." Mutt pouted, not wanting to continue discussing with Albert: "It doesn't matter anyway. No one can say for sure. After today's game is over,
Can we ever see Leoport again?"
"Hey, don't talk about people to death without permission." A voice interrupted.
"Uh------" Albert turned to look at the source of the voice: "Oh, it's you, Mr. Leoport."
"[Sir] is superfluous." Leobert, the golden lion at the end of the corridor, was waving hello to Albert and Mutt. He looked very energetic, or he was pretending to be serious.
Spirit. There is a faint circle of black bruises in the corners of the lion man's eyes, which is the kind of ominous aura unique to a terminally ill and dying person.
He deliberately pretended to be energetic there, but it made people feel particularly... distressed.
Albert then pretended to smile, went over to say hello to Leoport and exchanged a few words, then immediately pulled Mutt and said: "By the way, where is the Sphinx team's lounge? I just came from this morning."
I rushed back from Lviv and was already very sleepy. I wanted to find a place to take a nap. It would be better if there was a place where I could take a shower."
"Of course, at the end of the corridor over there, all the rooms with the Sphinx Lounge written on the door can be used." Leo said: "Although the old gymnasium is a bit worn out, the sound insulation effect of the walls is very good. In the room
Whatever you do inside will not be heard outside."
When he said this, he also glanced at Mutt. He probably thought that Mutt and Albert already had "that kind of" relationship.
"Ah ha ha ha... you are thinking too much..." the cat boy blushed and smiled awkwardly, running away with Albert.
When the two broke into the lounge room, the wall clock on the wall showed that it was now 7:20 in the morning. Moreover, the surrounding decoration was as old as Albert imagined, and it was quite clean.
"What the hell, the wall clock is broken, and the time is half an hour slow." Albert complained: "Could it be that someone from the South African team was secretly doing something to hope that we oversleep and be late?"
"Don't worry about them." Mutt took out a small clock and put it on the small cabinet next to the sofa. He even set an alarm clock: "There are dressing rooms and bathrooms over there. If you want to take a shower, just go. I'll clean it.
."
"That meow------" Albert did feel a little itchy on his body, and he wished he could take a bath quickly to refresh himself before going to bed. He walked in the direction and took off his shirt as he walked.
"Oh, by the way," he thought of something, stopped and turned around and said, "Can I ask you to help me prepare my protective gear? The finals are coming soon, and the protective gear should be checked carefully."
"Okay, you can just go take a shower in peace." Mutt replied.
"Hehe." Albert grinned shamelessly. Baa left his responsibilities to others and walked into the shower room without a care in the world.
Mutt took Albert's protective gear from the sports bag and began to wipe the dirt on the breastplate with a dry cloth.
Most of the protective gear is made of alloy and carbon fiber. In order to maintain lightness and sufficient strength, this is the best protective gear available at the current technical level. Athletes usually wear protective gear, which is very
It is easy to leave sweat and oil stains on it (especially between the gaps). If these things are not removed properly, wearing protective gear on the body must be very uncomfortable.
Maintaining and cleaning armor should be something that athletes themselves should do. This is the same as cleaning their own underwear. It is always embarrassing to let others help clean it. But Albert didn't mind at all, and Mutt didn't feel it either.
Disgusting, he helped Albert clean his protective gear without any complaints. He had always helped Albert maintain his protective gear before. After all, this was his duty. At that time, he didn’t have any knowledge of doing this.
It seemed that recent events had changed his mind, and he began to have different feelings when doing the same thing.
There is a faint smell of Albert's sweat from Albert's protective gear, which is also mixed with the metallic smell of the protective gear. It is the smell of steel and blood and sweat. It is a faint smell that cannot be said to be fragrant or bad.
It floated into Mutt's nasal cavity, making the cat boy start to feel a little restless.
"Well..." Mutt glanced nervously in the direction of the bathroom. After confirming that Albert was still taking a shower, he immediately nervously suppressed the excitement in his lower body. He blushed, but
Pretending to be cleaning Albert's protective gear as if nothing had happened, the excitement could not be eliminated in a moment. Mutt only hoped that this trouble would stop before the start of the game.
This may also be a kind of suffering, and it belongs only to his crime and punishment. He chose this path himself, knowing that there will be no results, but he just wants to continue on.
"Is it really okay to continue like this?" Mr. Gusta's words kept echoing in Mutt's mind. However, the tiger man's questioning could not give him an answer, it would only make him more confused and painful.
Mutt sighed and glanced in the direction of the bathroom. After confirming again that Albert would not come out of the bathroom soon, he silently stretched out his hand and reached down. He couldn't help but began to curse himself, thinking that he
He is a wicked little villain. However, his instinct prevents him from stopping. (To be continued)