Vol 3 Chapter 89: Maldini came

Zhuo Yang stood there, an unpredictable look of a Chinese Kung Fu master. He was surrounded by a tragic electrician Tonatore, two people fisted in one hand, one blooded and brave, and more than thirty people in Rome were actually killed by him. The two were shocked.
The team captain Totti and Chivo pull a Mex and Panucci, and if things go on, they will be completely unable to end, and the trouble will be great.
"Don't fuck, don't fight anymore. I'll roll my face again. Zhuo Yang, you too, stop." Totti's beard stood up anxiously.
"Franco, until now, we still have a friendship. Then you have to block me so much, and the friendship will be gone." Zhuo Yang shot a gleam in his eyes: "I will fight with you!"
Zyvo said again, "Chris, you too."
Totti: "You..."
After all, Zhuo Yang's shoulders sank and his figure shook. On this trip, it wasn't like the chaotic battles just now, so you wouldn't give up your dead hands, but someone must lie down when you shoot, and the more stubborn the more will break your arms and legs.
On the occasion of a sudden attack, suddenly, the 30th and 40th horses rushed in from the entrance of the tunnel, and AC Milan returned.
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After listening to Zhuo Yang and Tonatore, Martini briefly told the story. The white-faced middle-aged horse team was as black as the bottom of the pot. The AC Milan generals had already surrounded the Romans. Here is San Siro, a large wave of staff has also rushed over the news, they are all young and middle-aged, wearing a work jacket with the Milan logo printed on the chest on a white background.
"Come here -! Close the door!" Maldini ordered the four fire shutters inside and outside the tunnel to descend, and the place where the two parties gathered became temporarily isolated from the world.
"Pinch me the camera!" A worker immediately grabbed the line.
Milanese have stared their eyes red, making people bully at their doorsteps. When did Milan make people ignore them so much? Although removing the little electrician Tonatore, it seems that many people in Rome have their faces painted, especially those two culprit capitals who have seen blood, obviously suffer much more than Zhuo Yang. Zhuo Yang's lips were swollen and his cheekbones were blue.
But here is San Siro! This is the doorstep of AC Milan!
All the Milanese have surrounded their opponents, and a few young sailors or other craftsmen even brought up a huge fire axe, a bright red dazzling axe handle, and a sharp axe gleaming with a chill.
Seeing that Maldini moved the real fire, Totti regretted his mother.
Twenty or thirty people, how could you stop three people just now? Only five or six celebrity walls are required to defend a free kick on the court. It's not like seeing Zhuo Yang drop the order, AC Milan has lost its prestige now, so there are some sloppy thoughts about being small and cheap. Bullying Zhuo Yang, who is still young and unknowingly tall, finished hand-tapping before AC Milan returned, and the club wiped the afterwards. The law did not blame the public, and no one could take them.
In the only accident, Zhuo Yang had a tie with the Roma team alone, and no one could go.
The Romans, including Totti, knew these things, of course Martini also knew, and the Milanese soon understood. This is not playing Zhuo Yang alone, playing Milan's face.
Italy is very particular about seniority. Maldini is the person standing at the top of the grade ladder. He does not change his voice on weekdays, but once the horses move, the entire Apennine sky will change color.
Totti showed the responsibility of the team leader at this time, he dared to walk to the front. "Paul, listen to me..."
"You shut up for me!" Maldini sternly said: "Franco Totti, are you also a captain? Honestly, stay by the side, I'll leave the Italian national team a little decent. Otherwise, I don’t give any face to anyone!"
Having finished, Maldini no longer ignored Totti, who was flushed. "Who just started, came out on his own."
The Romans were muttered, and their pride disappeared without a trace a few minutes ago, and the anger of the Milanese made them unable to lift their heads.
"Stand up! Come out!" Milanese snarled in unison.
Still no one volunteered, only Panucci moved forward two steps, came to Maldini, the roman team seniority and age are almost no older than him.
"Paul, I've done it. One person does everything, and I have something..."
'Snapped! Before he finished, Panucci was slapped by Venus with a windmill-like slap in the face of Maldini. What big tail wolf do you pretend to be? Want to put an old qualification in front of someone? I am too lazy to smoke you if you are not qualified. Maldini extremely hated Panucci, one of the culprits. As a Milan veteran, he took the lead in San Siroja.
'Snapped! "The backhand is another note. Maldini kept his upper body motionless, waving his arms expressionlessly, and then panting Panucci’s big mouth, as if there was no end like time and space.
The stubborn Panucci raised his head and slaps his face hard. He was not a counselor, but he dared not fight back, because Maldini could never provoke it, and once it returned, Italy would have no place for him. What's more, Maldini stood behind Pirlo and Bonella with a cold look, and a programmer carrying a decal.
Gradually, Panucci lowered his head and stopped looking at Maldini. No matter whether he was humiliated or humiliated, he could only lower his head, letting his slap in the face keep making dull noises. Go to hide.
Zhuo Yang looked at Maldini's boom, he was very comfortable~EbookFREE.me~Because the horse team did not ask indiscriminately, regardless of whether Zhuo Yang had any fault in the middle, he directly took the lead and did not pretend to be unpretentious. Take care of your identity. In Zhuo Yang's view, this performance is a very qualified captain and a qualified boss.
Boss must have a boss like that, to know the shortcomings. Zhuo Yang looked at Maldini with admiration, and some years ago, he saw the sight of the sun, the head of Xiangbei High School, Akagi Gangxian, slaps Mitsui Shou.
He was never a man who knew only to watch the show, and after admiring the heroic posture of the horse team, Zhuo Yang took his gaze to find Meeks behind Totti. "Let's come again." Jian Bu rushed up.
To tell the truth, Meeks is really a man, even under the pressure of Milan, he still pulls his posture and works with Zhuo Yang. It’s just that there’s no deflection and no black assists at this moment, and Meeks is no longer the same. When Kaka and Borriello squeeze over to help, Zhuo Yang is already riding in Meck Sue pulled the big-eared post on his left and right.
No one dared to move the Romans, nor did Kaka ignore Cafo and Dida, their Brazilian tribe, and Borello stood beside Zhuo Yang, staring at the Romans around them.
Cafu and his Brazilian gang are bringing together Brazilians such as Mancini Jr., Tadei and Doni, and reprimanded in a whisper: "What the are you guys doing together? Are these things you can join in?" It’s a pig brain."
"Brother..., the few of us really didn't do it, really..."
Maldini and Zhuo Yang respectively taught the two culprits. This electrician, Tornatore, who was squinted with a pig's head, vigorously opened, and looked at the Roman backup center defender Matteo Ferrari for a long time. "This dog day... just started."
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