Golden Greenery

"Boss, I'm your security captain, not a thug." Brent Wilder said righteously: "I can't compete with Mr. Rooney. First of all, this is not my duty. Secondly, fists and feet don't have eyesight. In case of injury, When it comes to Mr. Rooney, that’s not good.”

Zhuoyang shrugged towards Rooney and spread his hands: Look, they don't want to fight you either.

Now Zhuo Yang will take Wilder with him wherever he goes. This is a rule set by his wife for the family, and no one dares to violate it. The reason why I took Wilder instead of Xiaotong was because Xiaotong had already left.

At the beginning of the year, Latvian bodyguard Julius Wu resigned from his position as driver and bodyguard due to disagreements with his employer Zhuoyang over personal treatment issues. But obviously, this is just Xiaotong's excuse to the outside world.

In essence, Xiaotong has lost the meaning of her work here in Zhuoyang. All potential strong enemies have been eradicated. The rest only require some general normal security work, and Xiaotong has no use.

In the original plan, Julius Wu would go on an adventure in Africa, where he would show off his talents.

Xiaotong once had a dream in which he led a mercenary army in Africa and fought to the death with other military forces in the dark world for the benefit of a large country in the East. In the beautiful and fertile African continent, dark wars that cannot be brought to light are happening every day.

Xiaotong also dreamed of fighting side by side with the haunting "Tusk", and cooperated with his former comrade Jiushan to complete an extremely important combat mission for a large country in the East.

Such a dream made Xiaotong's blood boil and made him eager to go to Africa to start a new job.

However, Xiaotong knew very well that once the story in the dream happened, it would not be tried and the story would be gone.

So, Xiaotong regretfully returned to China, and with a formal letter of introduction from the old leader of her original unit, she entered the counterintelligence department of the National Security Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security and became an agent.

This is good, at least he is still in the disciplined force he likes, doing a job he is very good at, and can often be with his wife and children.

As a result, Julius Wu disappeared from this world and was said to have gone to Africa, but there is no story about him in Africa. Xiaotong started a new life and work.

Now Brent Wilder has become Zhuoyang's follower, taking him with him wherever he goes, even when he comes to Rooney's house, which is not far away.

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"Lao Zhuo, it's not appropriate for us to compete... just have fun with Wayne." Pu Lao boxing champion also persuaded.

"I agree with Mr. Prince's opinion." Wilder said: "Mr. Prince is a professional boxing champion, and Her Royal Highness the Princess will not allow you to compete with him. Boss, you must be very clear about this. Mr. Rooney is obviously weak. Chicken, I think Her Royal Highness the Princess won’t object if you play casually with him.”

"Weak chicken? Am I a fucking weak chicken?" Flames shot out from the top of Rooney's head.

"Shut up!" Zhuo Yang and Pu Boxing Champion shouted at the same time.

"Brent, there are some things that don't need to be known to Her Majesty the Princess, do you understand?"

"Go and tell His Highness this, don't tell me."

"Brent Wilder, I am officially informing you that you are fired."

"No, you have no right to fire me. My employer is Her Royal Highness, and the person in charge of our family is also Her Royal Highness.

You can't fire me. "

"Brent, you're itchy."

Brent's eyes immediately turned red, and his tone was full of grief and anger.

"You can beat me, but I can't beat you anyway. But if you beat me for performing your duties, I...I will report it to Her Highness the Princess."

Zhuo Yang: "..."

"Hahaha..." Prince laughed and said, "Lao Zhuo, your security captain is very interesting. I like him."

"In that case, why don't we have a few moves?"

Prince's laughter stopped abruptly: What logic is this?

"Boss..."

"Shut up." Zhuoyang stopped Brent and said to Prince: "Let's do this. You obviously think that my kung fu is very different from yours... No, no need to be polite. Just asking, if you and If Rooney fights, how long will it take to KO him?"

"Haha, it shouldn't take more than 30 seconds."

Rooney: "This is not allowed..."

"I will use 20 seconds." Zhuoyang said, "I will make him lie down within 20 seconds."

Rooney: "..."

Prince: "It's not hard just to lie down. I know you know a little bit about wrestling. This one is better than me. I only know how to box."

"No, no, I don't have to throw. In fact, I can knock him down within 20 seconds without any contact."

"Oh?" The boxing champion was obviously interested: "What are you going to do?"

"I'll prove it to you. If I do it, will you fight me?"

Brent took out his cell phone: "I will report to Her Royal Highness the Princess now."

‘Whoosh——’, Zhuo Yang reached out and snatched the phone away. Then, while Brent was dazed and stepped forward, he hooked his left foot around his right ankle and pulled it up, forcing Brent to open his hips. He then withdrew his left foot and stepped on the crook of his left leg behind him.

With a sound of 'Ouch~', the tough former French special forces soldier fell to the ground, and was pointed at by Zhuo Yang angrily.

Prince's eyes lit up. Zhuo Yang's hook and step movements are very clever and his movements are very understated. However, the Pu boxing champion believes that if it were him, he would never be so easily succeeded by Zhuo Yang.

First of all, although boxers cannot attack with their legs, they are very particular about the movement and stability of their lower body. Secondly, Brent obviously didn't have the awareness to guard against Zhuo Yang, so he was attacked by surprise.

By temporarily depriving Brent of his right to snitch, Zhuo Yang no longer had to be nagging, and there was no need to discuss it with Prince.

"Wayne, warm up quickly. I'm in a hurry. Don't warm up for too long. Two or three minutes is enough. It's only 20 seconds anyway."

Rooney was really angry: "Zhuoyang, you're too crazy."

"Haha, on the court you and I can still stand up and play for 20 seconds, which is your limit."

Rooney has a bad temper and can't stand such ridicule. Zhuo Yang can make his head explode with just a few words.

"Zhuoyang, you will regret it. I will KO you in 20 seconds."

"Haha, then stop talking nonsense and go warm up quickly."

"Hot hammer body, start right away."

"Wayne, I'm doing this for your own good, don't hurt yourself."

"No need."

He took off his amateur boxing gloves from the wall and put them on. Zhuo Yang also put on his own special fighting gloves, and the two of them prepared to start training in the large living room of Rooney's house.

The old boxing champion Mark Prince watched the two of them bickering with a smile, and shook his head slightly from time to time.

Brent Wilder seemed to have noticed the trick, but he obviously did not forget his responsibilities and secretly touched the mobile phone on the Bogu shelf from behind Zhuo Yang.

"Mark, please give me a timer." Zhuo Yang said, "20 seconds."

Mark: "Okay."

As soon as the boxing champion started, Rooney couldn't wait to approach with a small jump and punched the air with his left hand.

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