On the night in Milan, although Zhuo Yang and fat Raiola left early, he knew very well what the outcome of the gangster Jeff Benoit would be.
Although it was not his own move, he died because of himself. Moreover, Zhuo Yang had already had murderous intentions, and the result was not much different from his own murder.
Zhuo Yang was not afraid or restless because that person deserved to die. Even if the fat man didn't show up, Zhuo Yang would definitely kill Benoit. Killing people will always cause violence, and Zhuo Yang was so worried.
This kind of hostility is trapped.
Bevli's betrayal made him irritable and annoyed. The conflict between Uncle Zha and Lao Song made him disappointed and angry. Under the perseverance, these negative emotions kept entangled Zhuo Yang and couldn't get rid of it until today.
The rudeness ignited Zhuo Yang's anger and turned into a tyranny and reached the peak of his emotions.
Zhuo Yang needs to vent!
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The road leading to Xiaobai Building on the peninsula is quite wide. Zhuo Yang sat on a small hanging chair in the dark woods beside the road waiting for Hassan Mido. Mido's motorcycle was parked in front. The small hanging chair was the same year before.
When Midele and her father Sweinborn came to visit the Peninsula in summer, Zhuo Yang and Li Xiaoqing made the toys made locally.
Thinking of Li Xiaoqing who was let down by himself, he remembered Bevli who had let down himself.
——It is for you that I completely betrayed Xiaoqing. But you betrayed me again, Bevli Deng, how hateful you are!
The anger became even more burning. Zhuo Yang clenched his fists and relaxed, relaxed and tightened, and moved his fingers to prepare for fighting.
Zhuo Yang knew that Mido was not a good person. If the scissors that Ajax threw for Ibrahimovic in the locker room were slightly more than five centimeters, the two major football forwards in today's football world would become one.
Prisoner and a one-eyed blind man. And in the 'Battle at the Foot of Anfir' against Legia, Poland before the second half of the season, Mido was very brave and smashed several of his fists. The fight was also the same
Take good care of it.
But so what!
He is 190 cm tall, weighs 81 kg, and bench press 167 kg. Hassan Mido's data exceeds Zhuo Yang. But so what?
The convex moon emerges from the clouds and illuminates the road in the forest.
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"...Always approach you, all memories of the past always stay in my heart, my beautiful Egypt..."
Hassan Mido hummed a minor tune. Almost every Egyptian can sing this song "Helwa-Ya-Baladi", and it is Mido's favorite song.
Mido was very happy, naturally because he scored another goal. He was not a fool. During the celebration, Mido found that Zhuo Yang had a stern face. He knew what he was doing with his mind, but Mido didn't care much.
——Zhuo Yang is a good person. I did a little too much today, but I was excited! Zhuo Yang must not care too much. He is a broad-minded person, and only a country as ancient and civilized as China is like ours.
That's why he is such a world-class figure appears.
——I confessed my mistake to him and drank another drink, nothing happened. Allah’s teachings don’t let us drink, but who can listen? Wine is a good thing. Zhuo Yang is a good deal
People are better than me. He likes me and I like him too. I really want to marry my sister Tana to Zhuo Yang...
——Zhuo Yang and I are the same type of people, both geniuses, and he will never care about me because of the kind of Rand. I will just pay attention to it in the future...
Humming a song, Mido walked towards the small open space in front of the Bailou.
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"Hasan!"
Zhuo Yang stood up and called out Mido, who was only singing but didn't notice the small hanging chair.
"...Every drop of tears that fell on my cheeks were full of..." The singing stopped suddenly, and Mido turned around after hearing this: "Hi, Zhuo Yang, you are..."
‘Bang!!!’
A slap made Mido's eyes appear, and more than a dozen birds chirped around his head. Mido was stunned immediately. He stared at his big eyes and finally caught his focus. The whole world was confused.
‘Bang!’ He was squeezed into his stomach by Zhuo Yang again, ‘Bang!’ Mi Duo sat on the ground with his butt and almost broke his tailbone.
Uncle Freeman, who had walked out of the back of the Xiaobai Building, just saw this scene. He learned from his mistakes. He didn't even say anything, but ran to the locker room and called for someone. That day, in order to fight for Uncle Scrap and Old Song, Freeman was hit several times, and his bones still hurt. How could he have the courage to persuade Zhuo Yang to fight again today? He is desperate for his old arms and legs?
Zhuo Yang pulled out his posture a little and waited for Mido to rush out of the ground. It was not a big revenge for life and death. He was too lazy to take advantage of the other party sitting on the ground.
However……
Mido did not jump up, did not get angry, and did not curse. He just sat on the ground with his hands spread out, opening his mouth and staring at Zhuo Yang stupidly.
——Fuck me, are you going to fight? Isn’t it a bit embarrassing to hold the eight-character hand knife? The two of them were fucked in a strange way.
After a while, the muscles on Mido's face began to tremble, shaking faster and faster, and his nostrils were also one by one, as if they were about to start preparing for the fire-breathing Bull Demon King.
——Oh, I'm finally angry! Okay, I'm standing here waiting for you. The more angry you are, the better. My fist is so big that it's so hungry...
"Wow—" Suddenly, Mido burst into tears. "Ah—, wow—wow..."
"Wow—Zhuo Yang, why...Wow——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————
"..." Three black lines hung on Zhuo Yang's forehead.
Egyptian international, famous center forward, burly man Hassan Mido sat on the ground and cried heartbrokenly, kicking his hands on the ground. He didn't work so hard when his father was in funeral. The tragic crying mixed with The condemnation of Zhuo Yang, the central idea: I miss you so much, love you, but you are ruthless and cold and unreasonable...
Zhuo Yang was at a loss, and his hair almost made the heartbroken and stood up. The flowers, birds, fish, insects, crickets, grasshoppers, frogs, toads in the woods were all scared and silent. The wind did not dare to blow over, and the leaves did not dare to move.
Not long enough, Mido was already crying and out of breath. "Wow——ah~ah~ah~ah~, Zhuo...cough! cough! Yang..., why are you...cough! cough! beat I... cough cough! Ah~ Ah~ Ah~” He was crying and coughing.
Tears splashed out and snot poured into the mouth. From time to time, a transparent film formed between the upper and lower lips, and was instantly broken by the wailing airflow.
There was no idea of ​​beating him. Zhuo Yang wanted to squat down and admit his mistake to Mido, and he wanted to coax him...
Mido's crying gradually became less and less. It was not that he stopped his sadness, but that he cried too hard and his brain was deficient in oxygen. He needed to breathe in big mouth. Mido opened his mouth and kept sobbing desperately. The scene was very Sad and touching.
Suddenly, with the sound of rumbling footsteps, a large number of people rushed over with shouts.
"Bow him to death!"
"Slay him!"
"Damn it, you dare to touch my brother Zhuo with one finger..."
"Blow him! Beat him! Get him!"
Chapter completed!