On that night in Milan, although Zhuo Yang and the fat man Raiola left early, he knew very well what would happen to the little gangster Jeff Benoit.

Although it was not his own hand, he died because of himself after all, not to mention that Zhuo Yang had already moved the killing machine, and the result was not much different from his own killing.

For the first time in his life, Zhuo Yang didn't feel fear, he didn't fidget, because that person deserved to die. Even if the fat man doesn't appear, Zhuo Yang will definitely kill Benoit, killing people will always produce violence, and Zhuo Yang's heart held back this anger.

Beverly's betrayal made him irritable and annoyed, and the conflict between Uncle Scumbag and Lao Song made him disappointed and angry, and under the penetration of that anger, these negative emotions have been lingering around Zhuo Yang, until today, Mido's rudeness ignited the seedlings of Zhuo Yang's anger, turning into a tyranny and reaching the emotional peak.

Zhuo Yang needs to vent!

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The road leading to the small white building on the peninsula was quite wide, and Zhuo Yang sat on a small chairlift in the dark woods beside the road and waited for Hassan Mido, whose motorcycle was parked in front. The small sling chair was also a plaything that Zhuo Yang and Li Xiaoqing had made for her when Midel and her father Swinburne visited the peninsula the summer before.

thought of Li Xiaoqing, who was let down by himself, and then thought of Beverly, who had failed him.

- It was for you that I completely betrayed Xiaoqing. But you betrayed me again, Beverly Deng, how hateful you are!

The anger burned even more, Zhuo Yang's fists clenched and relaxed, relaxed and clenched, and moved his fingers to prepare for the fight.

Zhuo Yang knows that Mido is not a good stubble, and the scissors thrown at Ibrahimovic in the Ajax dressing room are slightly more accurate by five centimeters, and the two great strikers in today's football will become a prisoner and a one-eyed blind man. And in the 'Battle of the Foot of the Anfil Mountain' against Legia, Poland before the start of the second half of the season, Mido showed bravery, smashing several punches everywhere, and he was also a good hand in fighting.

But so what!

With a height of 190 cm, a weight of 81 kg, and a bench press of 167 kg, Hassan Mido's data surpasses Zhuo Yang. But so what?

The gibbous moon emerges from the clouds and illuminates the path through the woods.

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“…… Forever close to you, all the memories of the past always stay in my heart, my beautiful Egyptian ......"

Hassan Mido, humming a ditty, "Hela-Ya-Baladi," is sung by almost every Egyptian and is Mido's favorite song.

Mido was happy, naturally because he had scored again. He is not a fool, when he celebrated, Mi Duo found that Zhuo Yang had a straight face, and he knew what it was for as soon as his brain turned over, but Mi Duo didn't care very much.

- Zhuo Yang is a good person, I did a little too much today, but I'm not excited! Zhuo Yang must not be too careful, he is an open-minded person, and only a country as ancient and civilized as Egypt like China will have a world-famous figure like him.

- I'll admit my mistake to him when I go back, and after another drink, nothing will happen. Allah's teachings forbid us to drink, but who listens? Wine is a good thing. Zhuo Yang is a very good person to deal with, this is better than me, he likes me, I like him, I really want to marry my sister Tana to Zhuo Yang......

- Zhuo Yang and I are the same kind of people, both are geniuses, and he will never bother with me because of Rand's kind of goods. I'll just pay attention to it in the future......

Humming a song, Mido walked to the small clearing in front of the White Building.

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"Hassan!"

Zhuo Yang stood up and stopped Mi Duo, who was only singing and didn't notice the small hanging chair.

“…… Every tear that slipped down my cheek was full of ......" The singing stopped suddenly, and Mi Duo turned back when he heard the words: "Hi, Zhuo Yang, you are ......"

'Smack!! ’

A slap in the face made Mido's eyes glow, and more than a dozen small birds chirped in circles around his head. Midoden was stupid, staring at the big eyes and finally focusing on it, and the whole world was confused.

'Tom! He was kicked in the stomach by Zhuo Yang again, "Bang! Mido sat on the ground with his ass and almost broke his tail vertebrae.

Uncle Freeman, who came out from behind the small white building, happened to see this scene, and he didn't even say a word, so he ran in the direction of the locker room to call someone. That day, in order to fight Uncle Scumbag and Lao Song, Freeman was beaten several times, and his bones still hurt now, how could he have the courage to persuade Zhuo Yang to fight again today, the old arms and legs are dead?

Zhuo Yang pulled away slightly, waiting for Mi Duo to pounce on the ground, and it was not a life-and-death feud, he was too lazy to take advantage of the other party sitting on the ground.

However......

Mi Duo didn't jump up, didn't get angry, didn't scold, he just sat on the ground with his hands outstretched, opened his mouth and looked at Zhuo Yang stupidly.

- Fuck, are you going to fight or not? I'm holding a figure-eight hand knife, isn't it a little embarrassing? The two of them froze strangely.

After a while, the muscles on the stunned Mido's face began to tremble, shaking faster and faster, and his nostrils were one by one, as if he was about to start breathing fire.

- Yo, finally angry! Okay, Lao Tzu is standing here waiting for you, the more angry you are, the better, Lao Tzu's big fist in a sand bowl is already and thirsty......

"Wow-" Suddenly, Mido howled. "Ah——,h......h

"Wow, Zhuo Yang, why are you...... Wow - hit me...... Wow-ah~ah~ah~ I like you so much, you, you hit me, wow-"

"......" Zhuo Yang hung out three black lines on his forehead.

Egyptian international, famous center forward, and big man Hassan Midow sat on the ground crying heartbreakingly, kicking his legs and clapping his hands on the ground, he had never worked so hard when his father was at the funeral. The tragic cry was mixed with the condemnation of Zhuo Yang, and its central idea: I miss you so much, I miss you, I love you, but you are ruthless, ruthless, and unreasonable......

Zhuo Yang was at a loss, his hair was about to break his liver and intestines, and the flowers, birds, fish, insects, crickets, frogs, and toads in the woods were all so frightened that they were silent, the wind didn't dare to blow over, and the leaves didn't dare to move.

It didn't take much effort, and Mido was already crying breathlessly. "Wow-ah~ah~ah~, Zhuo ...... Cough! Cough! Yang ......, why are you ...... Cough! Cough! Hit me...... Ahem! Ah~ah~ah~ah~" are crying and coughing.

Tears splashed out, and snot poured into his mouth, forming a transparent film between the upper and lower lips of the grinning lips from time to time, and was instantly broken by the howling air current.

No matter how much he still wants to beat him, Zhuo Yang wants to squat down and admit his mistake to Mido, and he wants to coax him......

Mido's crying gradually and gradually became quieter, not that he stopped being sad, but that he was crying too hard and his brain was deprived of oxygen, and he needed to inhale heavily. Mido opened his mouth and sobbed desperately, and the scene was very sad and touching.

Suddenly, with the sound of rumbling footsteps, a large crowd of people rushed over with shouts.

"Shoot him!"

"Cut him!"

"Dog, you dare to touch my Brother Zhuo's fingers to try ......"

"Beat him! Flatten him! Get him! ”

"Wow-ah~ah~ah~wow-" Mido cried louder, more bitterly than at the beginning, and the hoarse ghost cried wolf around the forest, like a donkey.