Gennaro Gattuso was stunned when he saw Petre Bonacio coming in from the tunnel. He originally wanted to find someone in the visiting team's locker room, but unexpectedly he met the real owner here.
Bonaccio knew Gattuso's face, but he didn't want to talk to any Milanese. When he saw Gattuso, he just threw a very disdainful look at him, then took out his lighter and lit the cigarette in his hand, and then leaned on
On the wall, one hand was in his pocket, head tilted back, and he was sucking hard.
He was originally looking for trouble, but was ignored by this old guy like air. Master Ba suddenly became furious, and his evil spirit was released in an instant, and Tianling Gai was filled with fighting spirit. "Fuck you, old guy, how dare you act so recklessly on Milan's territory.
You want to fucking die!"
The eighth master’s hair and beard were standing straight like steel needles, his eyes were as wide as his testicles, and his voice was like a bell, and his angry shout echoed in the silent passage: ‘Death~death~~death~~~’!
Bonacio was furious, stood up straight in fear, and stared at Gattuso with cold eyes like a hawk. "Little bastard, you fucking say it again!" His voice was colder than his eyes.
At this time, the Eighth Master is a lion, and his roar is like a lion's roar. "Old bastard, you deserve to be a former Milan general. There are no old beasts like you in Milan. Do you want to fight? The Eighth Grandpa will teach you today.
Be a human being!”
‘Be a human being~ a human being~~~’
Bunacius didn't say much. He threw the long cigarette butt on the ground fiercely, opened his stance and pushed towards Gattuso. He was a wolf, and the fight between the wolf and the lion was about to break out. At this moment, Zhuo
Yang followed and walked into the A9 channel.
Zhuoyang's sudden appearance made both Gattuso and Buonacio stop their eagerness to try, especially Buonacio. The murderous look in Zhuoyang's eyes half an hour ago was still fresh in his memory. Although he was confident that there would be no problem in one-on-two, he could go it alone.
It's no longer a one-and-done victory against two or three young men, but it's also common sense among fighters not to be attacked from both sides.
Bonacio looked at Gattuso and Zhuoyang warily, his fists already in a boxing stance.
"Zhuoyang, what are you doing here?" Jia Baye asked knowingly.
Zhuo Yang heard Ba Ye's lion roar outside the passage, and couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He didn't think that two versus one had a better chance of winning, but because he could observe Ba Ye's skills on the spot. From the moment the fight was arranged, in order to know himself and the enemy, Zhuo Yang
I have been secretly searching for footage of Gattuso boxing, but found nothing. Disappointed, I could only prepare for a confrontation with Ba Ye.
Unexpectedly, with just four days left, he and Ba Ye met on the battlefield where they beat the "enemy". He could watch Gattuso's punching routines and body movements for free. How could this not make him happy?
He was overjoyed. This coincidence made Zhuo Yang's previous depression disappear.
"What else can I do? I'm here to beat up this old guy just like you. He just punched me in a sneak attack. He was so crazy that he was so mad that he was born an old guy who deserves to be beaten." Zhuoyang is neither a lion nor a wolf.
He is a fox. "However, since you also have this intention, Mr. Ba, then, please."
"What! He stole a beating from you?" The domineering attitude of Ba Ye, the Lion King, fighting for supremacy.
"Isn't that right? The old guy is evil. He choked Master Jiu until there were five finger marks on his neck, and beat me until I almost lost my breath. He was looking for death. Master Eight, do it to him." Zhuo Yang continued to do the 'please'
gesture.
"That's so fucking bad! I've never seen anyone who dares to be so lawless in San Siro. It's unjust to not beat him." Gattuso is still arrogant. "I'll bear with you. I'll give you this opportunity. Do it yourself."
Take revenge."
"Baye, you are older, seniority is given priority, please."
"Zhuoyang, you suffered a loss just now. Only when you are happy with your grudges can you be a man in the world. Please do it."
"Ba Ye's martial arts skills are unparalleled. Please do it."
"Master Zhuo is invincible in the world, please."
"Baye please!"
"Master Zhuo, please!"
Both the lion and the fox have become chicken thieves. They both want to see the other's skills, but they don't want the other to see their own skills. The target person, Old Wolf Bonacio, has been completely ignored.
"Please give me a hammer——!!!" Bunahio was so angry that a spark could blow him up. The two of them simply regarded him as a lamb to be slaughtered and a fish on the chopping board. "You two.
Come on, you bastards!" It's never a big deal if one hits two.
"Bah!" Zhuo Yang spat lightly. "Are you worthy? Even with your fucking three-legged cat skills, you are worthy of letting me and Master Ba go together? How big is your face? Is your butt as big as yours? Bah!"
"Bah!!" Mr. Ba spat heavily. "You don't deserve it. To beat an old coffin like you, you need us to join forces? If the news spreads, you can't afford to lose that person. Bah!!"
"Baye please~"
"Master Zhuo, please~"
Bonacio is about to lose his mind. If the two of them continue to be so condescending, he will go crazy. "Please give me a hammer. If you want a beating, hit it quickly. Let's do it together. Please..."
"Pooh!"
"Pooh!!"
"Baye please!"
"Master Zhuo, please!"
"I'm watching the enemy formation for Master Ba. Please come, Master Ba!"
"I stand to support Mr. Zhuo, Mr. Zhuo please!"
"Baye please!"
"Master Zhuo, please!"
"Don't fight -" Bunahio jumped into the middle of the passage holding his head. "Don't fight, don't fight. Are you determined not to come together?"
"nonsense!"
"shit!"
"Okay, I'll fight you one by one, no one can run away. If you have the guts, line up and wait for grandpa to beat you." One-on-one, that's not a big deal. Bonacio looked at Gattuso
, looked at Zhuo Yang again.
Gattuso's beard and hair are spread out, and he is domineering, while Zhuoyang has a playful smile and is carefree. In Buonasio's opinion, Gattuso is obviously more powerful. It is easier first and then it is easier. It is more reasonable to defeat Gattuso first while he has enough physical strength.
Then he beat Zhuoyang severely, which was obviously done in the blink of an eye.
"You!" Bonacio pointed at Ba Ye: "Gattuso, fight me first."
Zhuo Yang was overjoyed: "Master Eight, congratulations, please—"
Gattuso: "..."
Zhuo Yang opened his eyes wide and prepared to watch and learn from the fight between the two. Buonaxiu is undoubtedly the most suitable boxing target today. This is simply a gift from God. Buonaxiu has boxing skills, and Zhuo Yang estimates that he is better than Mex.
Strong, maybe as strong as Bierhoff, maybe a little weaker than him. But no matter what, the old boy will definitely not be the opponent of the amateur boxing king Jia Ba Ye, but he will not be beaten by Ba Ye either.
I'll be knocked down with one blow.
Boxing is afraid of young people! How could a little old man in his early fifties be the opponent of the 28-year-old Jia Ba Ye who is in his physical prime? If he is wise, he will definitely adopt a defensive posture first and not fight a war of attrition with Ba Ye and try to find the right loopholes.
One hit. Ba Ye will use his youth and physical strength to launch a rain of attacks. This is common sense.
You two, you come and I go back and forth a few more rounds, so that I can see enough to see clearly.
As Zhuo Yang expected, after the two of them got together and raised their fists in a standard boxing posture, the old wolf Buonacio did not launch an attack rashly, but slightly shook his upper body and head, staring at Gattuso intently.
To Zhuo Yang's surprise, the Lion King Ba Ye did not launch an attack immediately. He also took the same action very cautiously without making a move. As a result, Zhuo Yang admired Ba Ye even more and was convinced.
Gaba Ye is such a master, a man as fierce as a lion, but he does not despise the opponent in front of him. This is the quality of a peerless master. Strategically despising, tactically paying attention, it is not unreasonable for Gattuso to shock the football world with his punches.
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Chapter completed!