Golden Greenery

Chapter 308: The King of Football Encounters the Six Musketeers (page 1/1)

Zhuo Yang stood there blankly, his scalp seemed to have exploded, and his facial expression was horrified and twisted.

Although it was Spanish last night and Italian now, the characteristics of a person's voice cannot be changed. The voice is his.

——Oh my God, I actually peed on Maradona’s head and face and gave him a fucking mouthful!

Zhuo Yang suddenly froze and looked like he had been bitten by a ghost. The four people were all inexplicable. After all, he is the king of football. Maradona reacted quickly. He thought Zhuo Yang was shocked by his aura and aura as the king of football, so he stood up from the sand very politely, walked to Zhuo Yang, and held his hand cordially. took his hand.

"Zhuoyang, you don't have to be so polite. I have a little fame, but those are just clouds. As the saying goes, the world is ours and yours, and the world belongs to all of us. Come, come, relax, be natural, be casual some."

Only then did the three Biglia people understand that Zhuoyang was still shocked to see Diego. Biglia was even more proud, a little proud of having succeeded in his conspiracy.

Zhuo Yang forced out a smile, which was uglier than crying. "Honored... Mr. Maradona, with great... honor... I... admire... gushing..." Incoherent words, also in Italian.

"Where, where..." Before he finished speaking, Maradona's face suddenly changed, and his expression was like Zhuo Yang's pasting and copying just now.

"It's you!!"

"It's not me!!" This sentence is tantamount to self-defeating.

I saw Maradona's head suddenly popping out in a circle, and a slight but clearly audible "Zeng——" came out of his mouth. It was as thin as a mosquito's buzz but had lingering sound, and the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows immediately trembled with a "buzz". Maradona is so good, his toad skill is his sense of sight.

not good,

The old guy wants to hold back his ultimate move!

Zhuoyang hurriedly took back his hands and backed away like a frightened bird. Maradona's eyes widened in anger, smoke billowed out from his fists, and his voice was as dull as a frog rolling up a mountain. "I'll kill you, ah——" He chased after him with a quick step.

Zhuo Yang panicked and turned around and fled along the way he had just come. Maradona picked up a hybrid stick from Biglia's cue cart and chased after him fiercely. Biglia and the other three were dumbfounded, all this sudden happening was too fantastical.

Last night, the four of them, Maradona and Biglia, drove a yacht to eat lobster on Hamilton Island across the street. They were separated from the Six Musketeers by a pile of rocks. Like Zhuo Yang, Lao Ma drank too much to hold back his urine. He was never a modest person, so he walked straight into the crevices of the rocks and hissed at the Pacific Ocean. It was dark, the waves were crashing, and neither he nor Zhuo Yang saw or heard each other. That was all.

Zhuo Yang finished urinating and ran away without a trace. Lao Ma was so angry that he screamed. It was not easy to make this matter public, it was too embarrassing and too stubborn, so Lao Ma had no choice but to hold himself to death and dive into the sea water with his clothes on to wash himself.

Back at the hotel on Dent Island, Lao Ma threw away all his inner and outer clothes, used a whole bottle of washing water, a piece of soap, half a bucket of shower gel, and two toothbrushes. Even so, everything he smells still smells fishy.

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Scar Ribery was on the green with his club upright and taking aim at the ball when he saw his brother Zhuoyang running away like a bereaved dog. Before he could say a joke, he saw a short and fat man behind him waving his club. Chased and followed with murderous intent.

Scar immediately exploded. "Your mother sells batches!" He picked up the club and rushed forward. Several other people also realized that something was wrong and quickly picked up the guy and surrounded him. Maradona was instantly surrounded by Zhuo Yang's five brothers. Like five lions.

However, who in the world does not know you? Seeing this man, the five brothers were dumbfounded. If it had been anyone else, he would have collapsed on the ground in the blink of an eye, but the polo king couldn't do anything unless absolutely necessary.

The Six Musketeers are famous all over the world, and Maradona is naturally familiar with them as an outstanding representative of young players. "It's none of your business, and don't fucking get involved. I'm going to beat that kid to death."

The second brother didn't like hearing this anymore. The second brother crossed his arms and said, "Mr. Manadona, if you have something to say, you can talk it over carefully. Don't shout about beating or killing."

"Yes, yes! If you have any questions, let's talk about it."

"We brothers offended you all at once, and we talked about it for a while."

"What, Mr. Manadona, if we really want to let you go, are you sure you can beat Zhuoyang? You have to think clearly."

"you……"

Grandpa is a smart man, and the person in front of him has a sworn attitude that reminds me of Argentinians, Spanish, and pudgy people... Holy shit! He quickly turned his head and looked at Zhuo Yang, who was parked not far away, with questioning eyes.

Zhuo Yang secretly nodded with a sad face. Grandpa Mo's head was as big as a wheel immediately. This man is not only the world's leading football champion, but also the most inefficient lamp in football. He shouted, believe it or not, Naples and Buenos Aires can revolt. ?

"Mr. Manadona, I wonder if you have some misunderstanding with Zhuoyang?" Grandpa said: "We met by chance, and we have to be merciful. We all feed on football, and we will meet each other sooner or later. You are a senior, we have always respected you, and so does Zhuo Yang."

Maradona was knocked unconscious just now, and now he can see that these five guys will definitely not let him pass. Is it really a one-on-one fight? Lao Ma is crazy enough, but obviously no different.

"Well, today I'm going to give you five little brothers some face. I won't kill him. You let him come over and I'll talk to him clearly."

"Very good, Mr. Manadona." The second brother said: "Although we Six Musketeers are young and insignificant compared to you, we have our own sense of progress and retreat in doing things. I hope you will keep your word."

"Enemies! We are all football players, not black men, let alone killers."

"Mr. Manadona, you know that this kind of club is quite heavy. Why don't you throw it away and take a rest?"

"You are a senior, so what, but we can't trust you. Seniors must act like seniors, otherwise, we will only recognize you as brothers."

Manadona wrinkled his nose: "Humph!" Bang Bang threw away the valuable hybrid club in his hand, and then pointed at Zhuo Yang: "Boy, come over here, let's talk clearly." Even if the city falls, the flag will not fall, and the football champion is full of energy. The second brother stretched his legs and kicked the club aside.

Zhuo Yang hesitated and squirmed, but when he saw Grandpa Mo nodded slightly, he slowly moved over.

"Lord King of Football, last night I..."

"Shut up!" Maradona saw Zhuo Yang trying to expose the embarrassment in front of everyone, and quickly stopped him. "You and I go over there." He pointed at the yacht dock outside the stadium, his arms and fingers trembling in anger. "Let's talk things through alone. If you can give me an explanation, I won't be able to spare you."

"Come with me!"

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