"Boy, Potato is my brother. Give me the things, don't make any trouble, this matter will be over."
The sports city is very big. Zhuo Yang took Benzema to the corner of the exterior wall of the Distiffano Stadium, which is only one way away from the first team training ground. He was not in a mood to talk about it, so he went straight to the point with him.
He was stupid but not stupid. He immediately understood what was going on from Zhuo Yang's words.
"Fuck, Lao Zhuo, what is Tudou talking to you? I will take his stuff, I just help others pass it on to him..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhuo Yang was not in the mood to listen to Benzema's explanation. "I'll tell you again, Potato is my brother, give me the things, even if this matter is overturned, I won't let him look for it again.
You're in trouble."
"Brother Zhuo, you can't just listen to his stupid pussy, you can't just say whatever he says. Brother Zhuo, he is your brother, and I am also your brother."
Zhuo Yang was very upset, but he still said patiently: "Take it out and I'll spare you. Are you fucking missing 150,000?"
The clay man was still angry. Benzema clamped his tail tightly in Real Madrid, but because there were too many evil people here, he was also a good mess outside. He was a little unhappy when he heard that Zhuo Yang was so unreasonable.
"Old Zhuo, do you know that I am not a person who lacks these 150,000 people? OK, I don't care about this matter. If you want to believe what Tudou said, you can believe it, but this matter has nothing to do with me."
After saying that, the stupid horse turned around and left.
Zhuo Yang was in a hurry: "Have I asked you to leave?"
"What else can I just say if you are unreasonable? I'm fucking ..."
‘Ba!’ Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Yang slapped his mouth with his backhand.
"Get things."
Benzema never expected Zhuo Yangzhen to hit him, so he was stunned at that time.
Zhuo Yang has been in Real Madrid for more than three years, and Zhenxin has been getting along well with Benma. It has both Zidane's favor and Benma's own attentiveness. Whether it is fighting with Mourinho or Real Madrid's dressing
The Jingwei and the stupid horse in the room are all people on Zhuo Yang's side, and they are more iron-clad.
Over the past three years, Benma has always regarded Zhuo Yang as his boss's filial piety, and Zhuo Yang has always protected Benma's shortcoming. But today he didn't agree, so he started to do it directly.
Once he took action, his emotions were completely induced. Seeing the stupid horse and foolish man, Zhuo Yang slapped twice again without saying a word.
After finishing the draw, he stretched out his hand: "Get the stuff."
Benma is a social person and can be called brave in the battle of Pisjuan, but he would not dare to fight against Zhuo Yang if he had ten more courage.
The stupid horse jumped three feet high, and his eyes were red and yelled: "Zhuo Yang, you are fucking crazy. Potato is your brother, isn't I fucking? I've been fucking licking your hooks a lot over the years...
"Listen the hook and flatter the meaning of flattery.
"...If you say you turn against each other, you will turn against each other. You are considered a hammer thing..."
Zhuo Yang raised his legs and kicked Male to the ground, then grabbed his neck and pinched him up and stood up.
"Give me the thing, or I will kill you today."
"Ah~~~~~~, I don't, I'll beg you if you beat me to death..."
He smashed his elbow over, then squeezed his neck and picked it up. After scrambling his ears, he put his stupid horse on the ground.
The stupid horse was scared. He saw the madness in Zhuo Yang's eyes, and he was afraid that he would be beaten to death.
Zhuo Yang had already collapsed in a stupid way at this moment. The pain, depression, tearing and all the emotional tortures that have come from these days have been broken out at this moment.
He pressed his stupid horse to the ground and thrust his head and face.
"Brother Zhuo, I was wrong. I spare me, I was wrong..."
The stupid horse begged for mercy, but Zhuo Yang turned a deaf ear.
"I'm wrong, I'm wrong... Help, someone comes to help me, Zhuo Yang wants to kill me..." The stupid horse's miserable call for help echoed over the sports city.
The first person to come was the new assistant coach, the old captain of Real Madrid, Fernando Jero.
In fact, when Zhuo Yang called him to leave Ma, everyone saw that he was in a bad mood, so everyone was worried about this place. When they heard the movement was wrong, they rushed here.
"Zhuo Yang, what are you doing? Stop!" Yero shouted.
Zhuo Yang raised his head with red eyes: "Get out!"
Of course Yero would not listen to him, nor would he be scared by Zhuo Yang. He stretched out his hand to pull Zhuo Yang, and Zhuo Yang took advantage of the situation. The two of them held hands, and Zhuo Yang twisted his waist and fucked his hips and used other hand to hold him.
Jero threw it out.
Yero was a fierce man in Real Madrid's midfield and backcourt back then, and he was quite good at the bottom set. Zhuo Yang didn't even touch him.
Zhuo Yang was furious and turned around in the air. He waved his legs and kicked Yero away as his chest.
The blood-faced stupid horse on this side had just gotten up from the ground and was poked over by Zhuo Yang. He no longer remembers what he was going to come to the stadium for, and all the attacks turned into subconscious behavior.
Jero gritted his teeth and stood up, and he could not avoid being kicked over again. The stupid horse was kicked around the ground, shouting heart-wrenchingly while rolling.
Real Madrid people rushed over, but they were all frightened by Zhuo Yang's madness. No matter how good the relationship is, they dare not come here at this time.
Except for one person.
Detu rushed up and hugged Zhuo Yang who kicked over Yero again: "Zhuo Yang, calm down--"
Zhuo Yang's only slight sense at this time was that he still recognized Detu and knew his brothers. Apart from this, he didn't know what he was doing or where he was.
He stopped and stood there blankly, Detu hugged him tightly.
"Mao..., what's wrong with me?"
"brother……"
"Mao, where is this?"
"Sports City."
Zhuo Yang looked at Detu foolishly, and then he cried.
"Tu, save me, save me..."
"Brother, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"
"I don't know, save me, um~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Detu hugged Zhuo Yang desperately in his arms: "It's okay, brother, it's okay, it's okay... Woo~~~ It's okay, my brother." Detu cried with Zhuo Yang.
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Detu took Zhuo Yang back to Rafenka and went to his slaughter house because Zhuo Yang said he didn't want to go back to the Crystal Palace for now.
The traces of Koko are too strong.
He was silent for a long time until the sky in Madrid became dark and night was approaching. Zhuo Yang told his brothers what had happened these days. Detu also realized that such a big thing happened to Zhuo Yang.
But Detu is a man from the world, but he is not an emotional expert or a life mentor. He cannot give Zhuo Yang any useful advice, so he can only accompany him, listen to him and drink with him.
Zhuo Yang already understood that he had done something wrong today and beat Benzema and Jero, which was extremely bad. And what happened to Valbuena, now that he thought about it, was indeed full of strange things. He shouldn't have been beaten by him.
Set the pace.
Chapter completed!