Vol 3 Chapter 6: Don't spend money fighting

Maldini walked out of the door of the coaching room and then through the locker room. As soon as he entered the passage, he saw Zhuo Yang's figure just turned the far end. He didn’t shout to pull Zhuo Yang, because it was the Romans’ territory, and Maldini didn’t want to be alarmed to let them blend in. Besides, his voice would definitely be heard by the people in the coaching room and the locker room. No one wants them to know.
Even though Zhuo Yang is disobedient, Maldini still hopes that things are limited to what he knows and handles them properly.
Maldini pursued Zhuo Yang in a steady, unhurried pace. There was no one in the passage, but the team was still carefully watching the surroundings while walking. There is still a period of time before the game begins. At this time, the most concentrated time for fans to enter the stadium, the staff of the stadium are busy near the three afk channels near the court, or lead to several duties such as the b channel inside the stadium. This way was originally the internal area under the main stand. Coaches and players would hardly come here without coming out of the back door.
Turning over the t-bend at the end of the channel, Zhuo Yang's figure had just disappeared on the stairs again, and Maldini still followed quietly.
All the way to the e6 channel, he saw Zhuo Yang removed the key from the top of the wall-mounted electrical box, opened the door for a few seconds, walked in and closed the door, and Maldini just turned around and looked again See, also walked to the door of the beige room and stood still.
That's it. Why is this kid so cunning? Standing in the doorway, Maldini's brain was aching with pain.
After standing for a moment, Maldini suddenly raised his right leg, trying to kick the door open, but suddenly stopped at a half stop, so the golden rooster stood alone. A little, slowly lowering his leg, Maldini suddenly raised his big fist to go to the door, but stopped again, raising one arm as if it were the Statue of Liberty without a torch.
After another ten seconds, Maldini slowly lowered his arms and closed his eyes wearily, pinching the frowning eyebrows with his index finger and thumb. When the pinch was enough, he seemed to decide what to do, turning his head to the side, his ear close to the door a little. It didn’t take long for ‘Tom! Tom! ’Fighting sound.
Maldini had been listening quietly, and at the corner of the e6 channel he had just turned out, Kaka's head came out a little later, and then out again.
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Zhuo Yang observed the room as he did last time, and then walked in, and Mex also waited for him with his hands empty.
"How do you want to fight? Are there any rules today?" Zhuo Yang asked while taking off his coat.
"Zhuo Yang, I will pay another 10 million euros. You don't need to drop your leg today...how about legging?" It wasn't natural for Max to say this.
"Hehe..." Zhuo Yang smiled contemptuously: "What about your kid dreaming of marrying a daughter-in-law? Do your best! My leg skills are much more valuable than throwing the law. The hero who taught me at that time began to live and die and refused to accept me..." Zhuo Yang started to be good at the flicker mode.
"...I later increased the price tag to 20 thousand, and people just barely agreed. Did you understand? I lost 10 thousand yuan and 20 thousand legs. I learned them at a high price, so I don't need any of them. Okay, just buy the temporary buyout fee, the same as last time.
"I..." Mex was embarrassed. Obviously, in front of Zhuo Yang's wrestling and kicking, he had no odds of winning. Originally, he could get his idea by playing another 10 million. He was confident that Zhuo Yang without wrestling and legging was not his opponent, but Zhuo Yang now disagrees.
10 million plus 20 million, 30 million is a large number even for wealthy professional players, whoever puts it there will be very painful. Mex bit the back molar slightly.
"What's the matter? Which one do you want to buy out? The money is a bastard, can't afford to fight with you? Can't bear to pay the money and leave?" Zhuo Yang pretended to be extremely impatient.
"I dig... I... dig." Mex said quickly. Nothing can be left, simply clenching your teeth and stomping your feet. "I am scoring 30 thousand yuan, you are not allowed to use throwing and legging, and I will call you back." The heart, liver and lungs are all painful, but when I think of the opportunity to defeat Zhuo Yang, Meix feels worth it.
"Fresh! It's a man." Zhuo Yang extended a thumbs up and gave Meix a thumbs up: earning 30 thousand yuan in a single frame, this is a good deal. "let's start!"
"Ah-" Wen Yan Meix rushed up bravely as always.
"Wait!!!" Zhuo Yang suddenly stretched his arms like a traffic policeman and stood upright and called a timeout. Meeks really didn't have a long memory, and was as brittle as the previous two.
"You..."
'Snapped! Snapped! Zhuo Yang's backhand flashed like two slaps, and then the two bounces flew back.
"I forgot to tell you that my ear-pumping effort is cheaper. I learned it for 50,000 yuan. Do you want to buy it out?"
Mex trembles with anger, one hates Zhuo Yang's treacherous and cunning, the other hates his lack of long-term memory, and eats the same apparent loss three times in a row. If everyone can have two lives, Mex will definitely kill himself first one time.
"I'll buy you—hammer!!! Ah—" The battle began.
Like the last two appointments, Zhuo Yang initially adopted a comprehensive defensive posture. He must first see whether there has been a change in Meeks' boxing skills. After a few rounds, Zhuo Yang determined that this guy was still the same routine, hitting twice with three shots, and swiping his right elbow and left knee.
It is also ~EbookFREE.me~ I can slap in the same way three times. How can he figure out the changes in boxing skills. Even so, Zhuo Yang still cautiously defended a few moves before finally showing his purpose today.
Lock technique!
Meeks punched in the right hand, Zhuo Yang countered with his left palm, and his right elbow hit his temple. Meeks also put up his left elbow. The four arms of the two refused to intertwine with each other. Zhuo Yang suddenly turned his wrist and grabbed. With both hands holding Mex's wrists, he took a step back and pushed down. Mex involuntarily bowed and lowered his body. He forcibly competed with Zhuo Yang for his wrist. When he was about to break free, Zhuo Yang made a move.
Zhuo Yang suddenly let go, and quickly changed to grab the collar of Meeks. At the same time, his body lay back, his legs bounced back and forth with a small time difference, and his thighs were wrapped around Meck in an instant. Si’s neck and lower legs crossed at the back of his neck. With the help of weight and leg strength, Zhuo Yang lay down on the mat while locking Mex’s head tightly to his abdomen.
Meeks knelt on his knees, his neck was firmly fixed by a noose, his body could not move, his arms were soft and weak, and he could not breathe.
Triangle lock is established!
With his leg strength, Zhuo Yang wouldn't be able to cut off Mecks' neck, but he obviously didn't need to do that, just control his strength and temporarily lose his breath.
Counting the time silently in his heart, about ten seconds later, Zhuo Yang suddenly released the lock, his pedals bounced off the shoulders of Meeks, and then rolled over and looked up at Mecks who was lying on the mat.
Mex squeezed his neck and breathed heavily, and looked at Zhuo Yang's eyes full of fear. He felt the threat of death for the first time in the fight between the two.
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