Golden Greenery

The little pig who swooped over yelled at Duke, pushed him over, and even pushed the tall and burly Duke Motley a somersault. But the excited little pig didn't maintain a good balance, because there was a big gap between his height, weight and strength and Duke, so he also threw himself on the ground.

Only then did Zhuoyang realize what had happened, and felt a wave of fear in his heart. Immediately, he became angry out of courage, and greeted Duke according to Duke.

Duke, who got up from the ground, had completely lost his mind at this time, and came towards Zhuoyang, muttering: "I'll kill you!" and punched Zhuoyang directly in the face.

Zhuoyang turned his head slightly sideways, blocked with his left hand in a high position, wrapped his wrist with gold threads, grabbed Duke's forearm, and twisted it outward. Under the pain, Duke's upper body involuntarily tilted to the right. Zhuoyang bent his right arm, leaned over Wing Chun Shenqiao, hit Duke on the cheek with his elbow, and knocked Duke to the ground.

At this time, the little pig Schweinsteiger rushed up again, stepped on Duke, and swung his fists to smash Duke's head. But the second generation of rich people have little strength and little fighting experience, so Duke turned him over like a toad, and put the little pig under him instead. Duke swung his fist and swung it down fiercely at the little pig.

Zhuoyang's eyes were about to burst: How dare you fight back against the little pig? That fucking is my best friend!

He flew up and ran towards Duke's chest, and this kick directly sent Duke flying, and Pingsha Luoyan hit the ground. Before he had time to get up, Zhuo Yang stepped forward and rushed forward. Monkey Laoyue grabbed the collar and pulled Duke straight up again. Immediately, he used a low-whip kick to draw from the bottom of the pot, and swept Duke's foot. Hearing a "cool tom", Duke was brought down again.

Zhuoyang reached out and grabbed him by the collar again, pulling Duke up violently, and was beaten to stand at attention. Don't put your right leg aside, push your buttocks, twist your waist and send your hips, and gave the grandson a back fall. Duke was dropped on the ground like a broken sack, with a cold gasp in his throat.

At this time, Duke had already been thrown so badly that he couldn't even tell the difference between the up and down, not to mention the south, east, north, and west.

The third time he grabbed hold of the neckline, and the third time he was pulled straight up, pinching Duke's neck with his left hand and locking his throat. Zhuoyang stretched out his right hand and slapped Duke's big mouth with a round circle. Pa, pa, pa, pa..., the big crisp slaps are like meteors chasing the moon, one after another, one after another, and the sound of gongs and drums is heard in the empty valley all of a sudden. Flipping forward and backward, the lingering sound was deep in the palm marks around the beam.

Duke, who was already suffocated, was so drawn that his consciousness began to blur. He could only see Zhuoyang Lin's cold eyes.

Klopp rushed over like crazy, hugged Zhuoyang with a bear, pushed and hugged Zhuoyang to stop him, and kept yelling: "Zhuo, calm down, calm down. You will kill him of!"

The little pig with blue eye circles and gnashing scars pounced on him again, punching and kicking around Duke and continuing to beat him fiercely. Klopp was so anxious that he hugged Zhuoyang, who had round eyes, and greeted Mertesacker: " Pell, come on, go and pull them away."

Mertesacker ran over, one hand in each hand, dragging Piglet and Scar out, but he himself stomped Duke several times in a cold breath.

This side just pulled away the second general Heng Ha, and De Jong was going up to practice on the other side. He jumped up and bent his elbows to play chop and hang, but was hugged by the assistant coach Wulf who arrived in time. Montolivo, on the other hand, was dragged by the fitness coach Graham, so he simply took off his sneakers and threw them at Duke, spitting a mouthful of thick phlegm, like a shrew.

At this moment, the other players came to their senses and helped stop the gangsters, and kept persuading them, and some people quickly helped Duke Motley up.

Going to see Duke again, his face was covered with blood, his nose and mouth sprayed with blood foam, his eyes were purple, his whole face was swollen to the color of a pig's liver, it was swollen quite a lot, and his mouth was still protruding "Bah, bah" Spit teeth.

That's terrible: the wild boar will cry when it sees it, the hippopotamus will be silent when it sees it, and it's not a wild camel if it doesn't turn.

The boiling training ground finally calmed down slowly. The assistant coach Wulf led a group of people to take Duke to the medical room to stop the bleeding. Shunqi.

Back in the locker room, the well-educated piggy Schweinsteiger kept cursing and muttering repeatedly: "You know he's not pleasing to your eyes, right? I'm going to kill him!" Ribery's eyes looked like he was groping around for bricks.

De Jong said: "Just knowing that Duke is a rotten person, I didn't realize that he is still a bitch. Vac!"

Let’s talk about Montolivo’s art, “Zhuo, you just now… are you using Chinese Kung Fu?”

Zhuoyang's attack was as fast as lightning just now, no matter whether it was dodging, catching, whipping or throwing, all of them were just right, so that Duke couldn't dodge or evade. After practicing the whole set of movements, it was done in one go. Especially the big mouth at the end, it was a relief for the brothers who watched it.

Klopp kept rubbing his temples beside him.

The team doctor treated Zhuoyang's calf injury. It was scratched by Duke's shoe spikes, but it was not serious. It was just a skin injury. Clean it up and apply some medicine. As long as it doesn't get infected, it's fine.

In the infirmary, Duke Motley was still shaking, not because of the pain, but because the grandson was terrified.

The bleeding from the nose stopped, but fortunately the bridge of the nose was fine, the mouth was blurred, and six teeth were lost, requiring post-disaster reconstruction. His chest and legs were painful and stuffy, and his whole body was bruised and purple. Fortunately, he was in good health and had no fractures.

What frightened Duke was Zhuoyang's eyes, which were so cold that they pierced through Duke's eyes and penetrated directly into his internal organs, and a bone-chilling coldness froze Duke's gallbladder. Zhuoyang looked at him like looking at a dead person. If Klopp hadn't pulled Zhuoyang away, Duke believed that he would have been whipped to death, becoming the first professional player in history to die under a big ear post.

On the peninsula in early winter, there's a Duke Motley shivering!

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Chairman Mullen and the director of the athletic department, as well as the first team coach Stanley Fox and the youth team coach Jurgen Klopp met overnight to discuss the handling of this incident and the aftermath.

Coach Stanley Fox grinned and suggested that both parties involved in the fight should be expelled from the team, including Zhuoyang, Duke, Schweinsteiger, and Ribery, on the grounds that there was zero violence in the team. tolerate.

Chairman Angus Mullen rolled his eyes at Fox a few times: They are all the property of the club, and they are all sold for vain euros. Guizi didn't feel bad at all.