Golden Greenery

That night in Milan, although Zhuo Yang and the fat Raiola left early, he knew exactly what would happen to the little gangster Jeff Benoit.

Although he did not do it himself, he died because of himself after all. Moreover, Zhuo Yang had already had murderous intentions, and the result was not much different from killing him himself.

For the first time in his life, Zhuo Yang killed someone. He didn't feel scared or restless, because that person deserved to die. Even if Fatty's people don't show up, Zhuo Yang will definitely kill Benoit. Killing always produces violence, and Zhuo Yang holds back this anger in his heart.

Beverly's betrayal made him irritated and annoyed, and the conflict between Uncle Zha and Lao Song made him disappointed and angry. Under the penetration of that hostility, these negative emotions have been lingering around Zhuoyang until today. Too much rudeness ignited Zhuo Yang's anger, which turned into violence and reached the peak of his emotions.

Zhuoyang needs to vent!

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The road leading to the small white building on the peninsula was quite wide. Zhuo Yang was sitting on a small hanging chair in the dark woods beside the road, waiting for Hassan Mido. Mido's motorcycle was parked in front. The small hanging chair was a toy made by Zhuo Yang and Li Xiaoqing for her when Mydel and her father Swinburne came to the peninsula as guests the summer before last.

Thinking of Li Xiaoqing who had been let down by him, he also thought of Beverly who had let him down.

——It was because of you that I completely betrayed Xiaoqing. But you betrayed me again, Beverly Deng, how hateful you are!

Anger burned even more, Zhuo Yang clenched and relaxed his fists, relaxed and clenched them again, moving his fingers in preparation for fighting.

Zhuoyang knows that Mido is not a good person. If the scissors thrown to Ibrahimovic in the Ajax locker room were just five centimeters more accurate, the two great strikers in today's football would become one. Prisoner and a one-eyed blind man. Moreover, in the "Battle at the Foot of Anfell" against Poland's Legia before the start of the second half of the season, Mido performed very bravely and knocked over several players with his fists. He was also a good fighter.

so what!

Height 19o centimeters, weight 81 kilograms, bench press 167 kilograms, these data of Hassan Mido surpassed Zhuo Yang. But so what?

The gibbous moon emerged from the clouds and illuminated the path through the forest.

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"...Always close to you, all the memories of the past always stay in my heart, my beautiful Egypt..."

Hassan Mido hummed a tune, "he1a-ya-Ba1adi", which almost every Egyptian can sing, and it is also Mido's favorite song.

Mido was very happy, naturally because he scored again. He was not a fool. During the celebration, Mido noticed that Zhuo Yang had a straight face. As soon as his mind turned around, he knew why, but Mido didn't really care.

——Zhuoyang is a good person. I went a little too far today, but wasn’t I excited? Zhuoyang will definitely not care too much. He is an open-minded person. Only a country like China with an ancient civilization like our Egypt can have a world-class figure like him.

——I'll admit my mistake to him later, have another drink, and everything will be fine. Allah’s teachings do not allow us to drink alcohol, but who listens? Wine is a good thing. Zhuo Yang is a person who is easy to deal with, which is better than me. He likes me, and I also like him. I really want to marry my sister Tana to Zhuo Yang...

——Zhuoyang and I are the same kind of people, both geniuses. He will never argue with me because of something like Rand. I'll just pay more attention in the future...

Humming a song, Mido walked towards the small open space in front of the white building.

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"Hassan!"

Zhuo Yang stood up and called out to Mido, who was only singing and didn't notice the small hanging chair.

"...Every tear that falls on my cheek is full of..." The singing suddenly stopped, and Mido turned around after hearing the words: "Hi, Zhuo Yang, are you..."

'Snapped! ! ! ’

A slap in the face made Mido's eyes flash with stars, and a dozen birds appeared in a circle around his head. Mido was stunned immediately. He stared with his big eyes and finally managed to focus on them. The whole world was confused.

‘Boom! ’ Zhuo Yang kicked him in the stomach again.

‘Bang! ’ Mido sat down on the ground, almost breaking his tailbone.

Uncle Freeman, who was coming out from behind the small white building, happened to see this scene and learned a lesson. He didn't even say a word and ran towards the locker room to call someone. Freeman was beaten several times that day in order to help Uncle Zha and Lao Song. His bones still hurt. How could he have the guts to try to break up a fight with Zhuo Yang today? His arms and legs were dying?

Zhuo Yang opened his posture slightly and waited for Mido to jump up from the ground. It was not a life-and-death feud, so he was too lazy to take advantage of the opponent sitting on the ground.

However……

Mido didn't jump up, get angry, or yell. He just sat on the ground with his hands spread out and looked at Zhuo Yang blankly with his mouth open.

——Fuck, are you going to fight or not? I'm holding a bloody eight-shaped hand knife. Isn't it a bit embarrassing? The two people were strangely frozen.

After a moment, the muscles on the stunned Mido's face began to tremble, faster and faster, and his nostrils opened one by one like the Bull Demon King who was about to start breathing fire.

——Oh, finally angry! Okay, I'm standing here waiting for you. The more angry you are, the better. My fists as big as sand bowls are already so hungry...

"Wow -" Suddenly, Mido burst into tears. "Ah——, wow——wow..."

"Wow - Zhuoyang, why did you... wow - hit me... wow - ah~ ah~ I like you so much, you, you hit me, wow -"

"..." Three black lines appeared on Zhuo Yang's forehead.

Hassan Mido, the Egyptian international football player and famous center forward, was sitting on the ground crying heartbrokenly, kicking his legs and slapping his hands on the ground. He had never worked so hard during his father's funeral. The tragic cries were mixed with the denunciation of Zhuo Yang, with the central idea: I miss you so much, miss you and love you, but you are ruthless, cruel and unreasonable...

Zhuo Yang was at a loss as to howling. The flowers, birds, fish, insects, crickets, frogs and toads in the forest were all frightened into silence. The wind did not dare to blow over, and the leaves did not dare to move.

Without much effort, Mido was already out of breath from crying. "Wow - ah~ah~ah~ah~, Zhuo...cough! Cough! Yang..., why are you...cough! Cough! Hit me...cough! Ah~ah~ah~ah~" His mother cried and coughed.

Tears flew out, and snot poured into his mouth. From time to time, a transparent film formed between his upper and lower lips, which was instantly broken by the howling airflow.

Zhuo Yang even wanted to squat down and admit his mistake to Mido, even wanting to coax him...

Mido's crying gradually became quieter. It wasn't that he stopped feeling sad, but that he cried too hard and his brain lacked oxygen. He needed to take big breaths. Mido opened his mouth wide and kept sobbing desperately. The scene was very sad and touching.

Suddenly, there was the sound of rumbling footsteps, and a large group of people rushed over with shouts.

"kill him!"

"Cut him!"

"How dare you touch my Brother Zhuo and try it..."

"Punch him! Flatten him! Fuck him!"

"Wow - ah ~ ah ~ ah ~ wow -" Mido cried even louder, more violently than at the beginning, and his hoarse ghost cry and wolf howl circled in the forest, like a donkey braying.

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