Golden Greenery

"Stupid Ma, Tudou is my brother. Just give me the things, don't make any more trouble, and let this matter be over."

The sports city is very big. Zhuo Yang took Benzema to the corner of the outer wall of the Di Stefano Stadium, which was just across the road from the first team training ground. He was not in the mood to be long-winded, so he went straight to the point with him.

Stupid horse is not stupid, he immediately understood what was going on from Zhuo Yang's words.

"Holy shit, Lao Zhuo, what are you talking about in Tudou? I'll just take his stuff. I'm just helping others pass it on to him..."

"Stop fucking nonsense!" Zhuo Yang was not in the mood to listen to Benzema's explanation. "I'll tell you again, Tudou is my brother. If you give me the things, even if this matter falls through, I won't let him cause trouble for you again."

"Brother Zhuo, you can't just listen to his nonsense, and you can't just do whatever he says. Brother Zhuo, he is your brother, and I am also your brother."

Zhuo Yang was fed up, but he still managed to keep his temper and said, "Take it out and I'll spare you. Are you the one who's short of 150,000?"

The Clay Man is still very angry. Benzema is tight-lipped at Real Madrid just because there are too many evil people here, but outside he is also a bastard. Hearing that Zhuo Yang was so unreasonable, he was a little unhappy.

"Lao Zhuo, you also know that I am not short of these 150,000 people? Okay, I don't care about this matter. You can believe what Tudou says, but this matter has nothing to do with me."

After that, the stupid horse turned and walked away.

Zhuo Yang was furious: "Did I let you go?"

"You are unreasonable and what nonsense can I say? What the hell have I done to..."

'Snapped! ’ Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Yang slapped him with a backhand.

"Bring the stuff."

Benzema never expected that Zhuo Yang would actually hit him, and he was confused at the time.

In the little more than three years since Zhuoyang came to Real Madrid, he has really gotten along well with Benma. This is due to Zidane's favor and Benma's own attentiveness. Whether fighting with Mourinho or Jingwei in the Real Madrid locker room, Benma is considered a person on Zhuo Yang's side, and he is a relatively iron one.

In the past three years, Benma has been treating Zhuoyang as his boss and he has always protected Benma's shortcomings. But today, after a disagreement, we started directly.

Once he moved his hands, his emotions were completely aroused. Seeing that he was standing there like a stupid fool without any reaction, Zhuo Yang slapped him twice without saying a word.

After finishing, he stretched out his hand and said, "Bring the stuff."

Stupid Ma is a social person, and he can be said to be brave in the Battle of Pizjuan, but he would not dare to fight back against Zhuoyang even if he was given ten more courages.

The stupid horse jumped three feet high, roaring with red eyes: "Zhuoyang, you are fucking crazy. Tudou is your fucking brother, am I not? I have been licking your hook all these years... "Licking the hook means flattering someone.

"...I'll fall out when I say I'm going to fall out, you're a hammer..."

Zhuoyang raised his leg and kicked the stupid horse to the ground, then grabbed the collar by the neck and pinched him to stand upright.

"Give me your stuff, or I'll beat you to death today."

"Ah~~~~~~, I didn't. Just beat me to death..."

Knocked him over with an elbow, then picked him up by his neck. After two scratches, the stupid horse was still on the ground.

Stupid Ma was afraid. He saw the madness in Zhuoyang's eyes. He was afraid that he would really be beaten to death.

Zhuo Yang had already collapsed at this time. The pain, depression, tearing, and all the emotional torture of the past few days were shattered at this moment.

He pinned the stupid horse to the ground and slapped him on the head and face.

"Brother Zhuo, I was wrong, spare me, I was wrong..."

Stupid Ma desperately begged for mercy, but Zhuo Yang turned a deaf ear.

"I was wrong, I was wrong...Help, please help me, Zhuo Yang is going to kill me..." Stupid Ma's pitiful cry for help echoed over the sports city.

The first person to arrive was the new assistant coach and Real Madrid veteran captain Fernando Hierro.

In fact, when Zhuo Yang called Chou Ma away just now, everyone saw that his mood was not right, so everyone was worried about this place. When they heard that something was wrong, they rushed here.

"Zhuoyang, what are you doing? Stop!" Hierro shouted.

Zhuo Yang raised his head with blood-red eyes: "Get away!"

Of course Hierro would not listen to him, nor would he be intimidated by Zhuo Yang. He stretched out his hand to grab Zhuo Yang, but Zhuo Yang took advantage of the situation and got up. The two held hands, and Zhuoyang twisted his waist and raised his hips to throw Hierro out with a pin.

Hierro was a strong player in Real Madrid's midfield and backcourt back then, and he was also quite good at the bottom of the court. Zhuo Yang was so fierce that he didn't touch him.

Zhuoyang was furious, turned around in the air, and kicked Hierro away in the chest with a small swing of his leg.

As soon as the stupid horse with his face covered in blood got up from the ground, he was kicked over by Zhuo Yang again. He now has no memory of what he came to the stadium for, and all his attacks have become subconscious actions.

Hierro gritted his teeth and stood up, but could not avoid being kicked over again. The stupid horse was kicked and rolled all over the floor, screaming for help while rolling.

People from Real Madrid rushed over, but they were all frightened by Zhuo Yang's madness, and no matter how good their relationship was, they didn't dare to come over at this time.

Except for one person.

Detu rushed forward and hugged Zhuo Yang tightly, who kicked Hierro over again: "Zhuo Yang, calm down——"

The only trace of reason Zhuo Yang had at this time was that he still recognized De Tu and his brother. Other than that, he had no idea what he was doing or where this place was.

He stopped and stood there blankly, Detu hugging him tightly.

"Tu..., what's wrong with me?"

"brother……"

"Tu, where is this?"

"Sports City."

Zhuoyang looked at Detu stupidly, and then he cried.

"Tu, please help me, please help me quickly..."

"Brother, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

"I don't know, please help me, woo~~~~~~~~~~woo~~~~~~~~"

Detu hugged Zhuoyang desperately in his arms: "It's okay, brother, it's okay, it's okay... Wu~~~ It's okay, my brother." Detu cried with Zhuo Yang.

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Detu took Zhuo Yang back to La Finca and his Tu's house because Zhuo Yang said he didn't want to go back to the Crystal Palace yet.

The traces of cocoa there are too strong.

There was silence for a long time, until the sky in Madrid turned dark and night was approaching, Zhuo Yang told his brother exactly what had happened these days, and only then did Detu know that such a big thing had happened to Zhuo Yang.

But Detu is a rough guy, but he is not a relationship expert or a life mentor. He cannot give Zhuoyang any useful advice. He can only accompany him, listen to him, and drink with him.

What happened today, Zhuoyang already understood that he had done something wrong, and beat up Benzema and Hierro, which was extremely bad. As for Valbuena's matter, now that I think about it, it is indeed full of strangeness, and I shouldn't have been led by him.

Zhuo Yang no longer wanted to deal with this matter, he had no energy left.