Golden Greenery

Zhuo Yang stood there, looking like an enigmatic Chinese kung fu master. Next to him was the tragic-looking electrician Tornatore. One of them punched in all directions, the other was bloody and brave. More than thirty people in Rome were actually killed by him. The two were shocked.

Totti and Chivu, the captains and deputy captains, each have Mexes and Panucci. If the matter continues, there will be no end at all, and the trouble will be big.

"Stop fucking fighting. If anyone strikes again, I will fall in love. Zhuoyang, you too, please stop." Totti's beard stood on end.

"Franco, until now, we still have friendship. If you stop blocking me like that next time, our friendship will be gone." Zhuoyang's eyes shot out with a ray of light: "I'll beat you too!"

And to Chivo: "Chris, you too."

Totti: "You..."

Having said that, Zhuo Yang's shoulders sank and his figure swayed, he was about to show off his skills. This time, it's not like the chaotic fighting just now, and it won't be a deadly attack, but someone will definitely fall down when they attack. The more stubborn the person is, the more likely they will lose their arms and legs.

At the critical moment, suddenly, thirty or forty people rushed in from the passage, AC Milan was back.

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After Maldini listened to Zhuo Yang and Tornatore briefly describe what happened, the middle-aged horse team member who was originally pretty pretty was as dark as the bottom of a pot. All the AC Milan soldiers had already surrounded the Romans. This is the San Siro, and a large group of staff rushed over after hearing the news. They are all young and middle-aged people, wearing white work jackets with the Milan logo printed on the chest.

"Come here—! Close the door!" Maldini gave an order, and the four fire rolling shutters at both ends of the passage came down with a bang, and the place where the two parties gathered became a place of temporary isolation.

"Turn off the camera!" Immediately some workers went to pull the cord.

People in Milan have stared blood-red, and people have bullied them right to their doorsteps. When has Milan ever been so ignored? Although except for the low-status electrician Tornatore, it seemed that many people in Rome were disgraced, especially the two culprits who had seen blood, and obviously suffered much more than Zhuo Yang. Zhuoyang's lips were swollen and his cheekbones were bruised.

But this is San Siro! This is the doorstep of AC Milan!

All the Milanese have surrounded their opponents, and a few young plumbers or other workers even have huge fire axes in their hands. The handles are bright red and the sharp ax blades shine with a cold light.

Seeing that Maldini was so angry, Totti felt so regretful that he cursed his own mother.

There were twenty or thirty people. If we really wanted to stop three people from fighting just now, why couldn't we stop them? Only five or six human walls are needed to defend free kicks on the pitch. Not only did Zhuo Yang lose the contract, but AC Milan has now lost its prestige, so they have some dirty ideas of taking advantage. They bullied Zhuo Yang, who was still young and didn't know the heights of the world, and finished the handjob before everyone from AC Milan came back. Afterwards, the club wiped their butts. The law does not blame everyone, and no one can do anything about them.

The only surprise was that Zhuo Yang was tied with the entire Roma team, and no one could get away.

Of course, Maldini also knew the thoughts of the Romans, including Totti, and the Milan people also quickly understood. This is not a slap on Zhuoyang alone, but a slap on Milan's face.

Italy is very particular about seniority. Maldini is the one who stands at the top of the hierarchy. He usually remains calm, but once the cavalry gets angry, the entire Apennine sky will change color.

Totti showed his responsibility as a team leader at this time, and he stepped to the front. "Paul, listen to me..."

"Shut the hell up!" Maldini snapped: "Francesco Totti, are you worthy of being the captain? Just stay aside and I'll save some dignity for the Italian national team. Otherwise, I don’t give anyone any fucking face!”

After saying that, Maldini ignored Totti, whose face turned red. "Whoever did it just now, come out on your own."

The Romans were silenced, and the pride they felt when they punched and took advantage a few minutes ago disappeared without a trace.

The anger of the Milanese people was so overwhelming that they could not even lift their heads.

"Stand up! Come out!" Milan people shouted angrily in unison.

Still no one came forward. Only Panucci took two steps forward and came to Maldini. There was almost no one in the Roma team who was older than him.

"Paul, I'm taking action. One person does the work and the other takes responsibility. If anything happens, I..."

'Snapped! ’ Before he could finish speaking, Panucci was slapped so hard by Maldini that his eyes flashed with stars. What kind of big-tailed wolf are you pretending to be? Want to show off your seniority in front of someone like me? You are not qualified enough and I am too lazy to slap you. Maldini extremely hates Panucci, one of the culprits. As a former Milan player, he took the lead in causing trouble at San Siro, which is unforgivable.

'Snapped! ’ Another backhand hit, Maldini kept his upper body still, waved his arms expressionlessly, and slapped Panucci’s big mouth unhurriedly, seemingly as endless as time and space.

The stubborn Panucci raised his head to bear the slap. He was not a coward, but he did not dare to fight back, because Maldini must not be provoked. Once he fights back, Italy will no longer have room for him. What's more, behind Maldini stood Pirlo and Bonera, who were watching with cold eyes, and a programmer carrying a propaganda board.

Gradually, Panucci lowered his head and no longer looked at Maldini. Regardless of humiliation or self-humiliation, he could only lower his head and let the slaps continue to make a muffled sound on his face. He could not hide or think about it. Go hide.

Zhuoyang felt very comfortable watching Maldini get angry. Because the cavalry team didn't care about the ins and outs, and didn't care whether Zhuo Yang was at fault in the process. They directly took the initiative, without any pretense or pretense, and without taking into account their own identity. In Zhuo Yang's view, this kind of performance is a very qualified captain and a qualified boss.

The boss must act like a boss and know how to protect others. Zhuoyang looked at Maldini with admiration in his eyes, and also had a sense of immediacy as he had when he was watching Japanese comics a few years ago and the boss of Shohoku High School Takenori Akagi slapped Hisashi Mitsui angrily.

He has never been a person who just watches the show. After praising the heroic appearance of the cavalry, Zhuo Yang looked behind Totti to find Mexes. "Let's come again." He rushed forward.

To be honest, Mexes is really a man. Even under such pressure from Milan, he still opened up his stance and started fucking Zhuo Yang. However, now there is no one to pull the deflection, and no one to help with the chaos, Mex immediately ceases to be a man. When Kaka and Borriello squeeze over to help, Zhuo Yang is already riding on Mex Si's body was drawn to the left and right with big ear stickers.

Still no one dared to move the Romans, and Kaka ignored the Brazilian tribe of Cafu and Dida. Borriello and Borriello were guarding Zhuoyang, staring at the Romans around them.

Cafu and his Brazilian gang were gathering together the Brazilians Mancini, Taddei, and Doni, and scolded them in a low voice: "Why the hell are you joining in the fun? Are you allowed to participate in these things?" They’re all fucking pig brains.”

"Brother..., we really didn't do anything, really..."

Maldini and Zhuoyang taught the two culprits a lesson respectively. The electrician Tonatore, who was beaten into a pig's head and had squinty eyes, opened his eyes hard, looked at it for a long time, and pointed at Roma substitute center back Matteo Ferrari. "What a bastard... I just took action."

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