Vol 3 Chapter 567: I don't wanna fight you

Zhuo Yang knows the boxer’s offensive advantage. They are the strongest of all kung fu in terms of punching and pace. The fist is almost accurate, and a heavy punch hit is enough to make the opponent lose its fighting power, especially in the amateur world.
Zhuo Yang knows that he is far behind Gattuso’s boxers in the speed and strength of his punches, and his ability to fight is even more profound. Once Gattuso is bullied, I am afraid that he will not need two. You have to lie down in the round. He also didn't have much experience in confronting boxers. He just watched some domestic TV shows that he used to fight against boxers. But he didn't practice it.
Gattuso's strength was very strong. When the two had a good relationship, Zhuo Yang had already felt it. If he was allowed to get into his arms and exhibit a lower hook, his chin would be no different from tofu. Since it is a fight, Zhuo Yang will certainly not be so particular about what weapons he has to use, which is his biggest advantage.
Use a mop to prevent Gattuso from getting close, and then attack his chassis with his legs. Zhuo Yang did not dare to say victory, this is his self-protection means in the face of Ba Ye.
Ling Tuo's eyes were unleashed in his eyes, and Gattuso's eyes were frightening. The killing and majestic momentum released from all around him completely crushed Zhuo Yang, but Zhuo Yang did not retreat, although the center of gravity has quietly moved Ready to pull back at any time, but he did not flinch.
Zhuo Yang won't do it first, and Gattuso didn't raise his arm, so he wouldn't pose. The two were stalemate. Although they did not lead, but Gattuso attacked and Zhuo Yang defended, and their duties on the court were completely reversed.
"Forget it!" Gattuso suddenly withdrew his murderous spirit, and this is not the master's ability. "I said I won't move you in Milanello."
Zhuo Yang did not answer the call, nor did he relax his guard.
"So, Zhuo Yang. Let's gamble, how?" Gattuso stepped back and said that he was no longer aggressive.
"What to gamble? Come and listen."
"Let's find a place for a fight, find a boxing gym or a fight club and take a fight. The two of you and we will fight in secret." At this time Gattuso was like an old fox. "Our two gentlemen agreed that whoever loses will leave AC Milan at the end of the season."
Zhuo Yang smiled, he understood that Gattuso wanted to reshape his prestige in Milanello by driving himself away. The idea is very good, but it's a bit of a play, too, and I look down upon me Zhuo Yang too.
"I won't fight you, and I won't leave AC Milan just because you lose." Zhuo Yang said: "Gattuso, how old are you, why bother?"
"Oh, are you afraid of losing to me? If you are afraid, just say it and I will spare you."
"Maybe I can't beat you..."
"Of course you can't beat me, you don't have to make any doubts about this." Gattuso snatched the conversation, and at the same time released his murderousness again with his speech, perfect.
"...Maybe. But who knows if you haven't played?" Zhuo Yang said: "But that's not the point. I don't want to fight with you, because fighting with you is totally worthless. And out of AC Milan and the round table team Respect, respect for Paul, I can't fight you."
"You don't mention the round table group, I'm not!" Gattuso's fierce, leopard-like eyes showed pain.
Faced with the criticism and condemnation of the Knights of the Round Table, angrily and self-respecting Gattuso angrily withdrew from the Round Table and used decision to maintain his dignity. Perhaps this is good for him and the round table group.
"Okay. But it has nothing to do with me. I don't want to fight with you, I don't want to make an appointment, and I won't leave Milan because of the fight. As long as you don't start, I won't fight back. Just like that, it's useless to say more."
"Cacka..." Gattuso laughed like a brick. "Speaking of it, I was still afraid of me."
"Even if I'm afraid of you, I won't start with you anyway." Zhuo Yang is no longer trying to act.
"Afraid of me, please beg for mercy! I beg you for mercy."
"You think too much. I won't beg for mercy and I won't make an appointment with you." Anyway, I'm just like that. If you do it, I will continue. If you don't, I will watch.
Gattuso really didn't want to start in Milanello and Zhuo Yang, otherwise he could understand Zhuo Yang's bottom line with his knowledge of Zhuo Yang, and throwing a few insulting swear words would be able to make success. But Gattuso didn't do it. Although he was fierce today, he was quite exquisite. In this way, it is unclear whether he wants to fight Zhuo Yang or not, and no one knows what kind of thoughts Ba Ye is carrying.
"Dead duck's mouth is hard, bang..." Gattuso smiled like a train again. "You also know that I am a particular person, and fights should be fair and bright, so you are so hard-mouthed."
"Okay, don't fight if you don't fight! You must remember that you dare not fight me, you are afraid of me."
Zhuo Yang nodded slightly, whatever he said.
"Well, I don't want to bully people who don't want to fight~ Gattuso~EbookFREE.me~ Just like that." The Eight Lords took another step back to make way. "In the future, the well water will not violate the river water, and don't make a big one in front of me, because if you can't beat you, it will be my defeat.
Zhuo Yang walked past Gattuso in silence. He could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was a great luck to avoid a fight with little chance and no reason.
Zhuo Yang's fights are strictly prohibited by all parties, not only laws and club regulations, from parents to agents, from sisters to insurance companies, he is not allowed to fight again.
Zhuo Yang’s current status is golden, and he can’t afford to hurt him, especially his pianist status. Ten fingers are 100 times more valuable than diamonds of the same size. His fingers are also insured by insurance companies. For the piano, Zhuo Yang couldn't even play basketball. If possible, even playing football was not allowed. Not to mention fighting!
Zhuo Yang is not so sensitive himself, but he still cares for his fingers as carefully as possible, and he is more reluctant to fight now. There are also big reasons for this.
Zhuo Yang and Gattuso went away in opposite directions, and a contest between the two Kung Fu masters in Serie A would be ashamed and painless. Perhaps, the two proud people have some regrets in their hearts.
"Alas, lonely for defeat!" Gattuso muttered to himself while walking, as if deliberately telling Zhuo Yang. "Think of how powerful it is, aren't you afraid of me? Alas--, boring."
Zhuo Yang was unmoved.
"I think the little guy from Naples is quite kind. His little brother is much bloodier than his boss. When did I go to see him before, I must have taken advantage of the boy's temperament, and certainly wouldn't counsel, much stronger than his boss ."
"Can't beat the boss, I will teach the younger brother a hard lesson, even if the mosquito is younger..."
"Gattuso, I fought you in this fight!!"