Totti didn't pull the bias, or he didn't mean to pull the bias, he just had no experience, and in the hurry, he hugged Zhuo Yang first and then said it by feeling, subconsciously acting. But when he did this, Zhuo Yang was beaten several times, so it seemed that he was obviously not exquisite.

At this time, Zhuo Yang lowered his face, and Totti also felt that he was inappropriate, so he quickly let go of his arms, and his mouth was still dissuading: "Zhuo Yang, forget it, don't ......"

How could there be so much nonsense, Zhuo Yangli didn't pay attention to it anymore, and went straight to Mex, who had just gotten up. Raising his elbow to open the opponent's cannon punch and kicking the chest with a hook kick, Mexes was knocked down again, and Zhuo Yang didn't forget that there was a damn Panucci who had just taken advantage of the chaos.

Pierced straight into the gap between Panucci's arms and punches, 'pop ......' is four big mouths in one breath, how fast Zhuo Yang shot, the corners of Panucci's mouth saw blood. It's not a fight for his life, at best, it's a fight, Zhuo Yang won't kill him in this situation, he understands the rules set by Uncle Li back then, and it has become a habit.

Mexes and Panucci are both very resistant to beating, and the foundation of professional players is really good. Zhuo Yang turned around and caught the trick handed by Mex, Panucci pounced from behind again, and the three of them made a pot of porridge in the players' tunnel.

Among the Romans, there were those who wanted to help, those who were busy persuading, those who were purely watching the excitement, and there were all kinds of demons and monsters in the mess, and Zhuo Yang was fighting alone in the crowd and didn't know who stretched out his black leg and kicked him several times. Even if he admits instigation on the court, he will not admit it when fighting, and Zhuo Yang, who is red-eyed, doesn't care, whoever stands in front of him is a hammer, De Rossi just shouted a voice "Hey-", he was smashed against the wall with an elbow and rubbed his cheeks.

Many Romans are ghostly and know that AC Milan people are not so easy to fight, especially in San Siro, and it may be difficult to contain it if it is too big, so most of them pretend to pull and watch. The only ones who are really pulling the fight are Totti and Zivo.

Totti was the king of Rome, and he couldn't watch his family run into trouble on someone else's territory, pull this and persuade that, and he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. Qiwo is because of the relationship between the fat man Raiola, although he has never dealt with Zhuo Yang, but he knows each other, and he doesn't talk to each other. And Zivo will never pull the shelf, there are too many people, he stops others from reaching out indiscriminately.

If Zhuo Yang relied on kung fu to fight on the court, he didn't have a problem beating Mexes and Panucci at all, and he was so happy to fight with the Polish Rausch team that year. But in the relatively narrow and crowded passage, Zhuo Yang does not have such a big advantage, and the skills of the two main opponents are not weak, and there are two strokes.

For a while, Zhuo Yang and the opponents were indistinguishable, and he was not less beaten, and Zhao Zilong had a sense of sight.

Just because there are no AC Milan players in the tunnel doesn't mean there aren't Milanese. Although the 29-year-old del Tornatore is an electrician at the San Siro, his personnel relationship is subordinate to Milanello, and his daily work is also on the base, but he is responsible for ensuring that the power lines in San Siro's Area E are normal on match days. Tonatore witnessed the whole thing and the reason for it, and after being stunned, he couldn't help but be angry at Zhuo Yang being beaten by the group, and then rushed into the battle group with his arms shaken.

The tall and tall Tornatore kicked the unsuspecting Panucci out of the head with a single look, but although the electrician brother was bold, his physical condition could not be compared with the professional players who exercised all day, and the absolute strength and muscle tightness were very different. Panucci, who came to his senses, immediately beat Tornatore to the point that he couldn't do it, and although the rest of Rome still had to think about sneaking up on Zhuo Yang, there was no obstacle to fighting an electrician.

Tornatore was beaten and crawled, and although he still fought bravely, the loss was great. However, because he attracted firepower, Zhuo Yang's side was much more relaxed, chasing and beating Mex's ghost to the point of howling wolf.

Zhuo Yang couldn't see that others helped him but suffered such a big loss, in the crowd, he drove Mexes to the end of the Tornatore, turned a few arms stretched out randomly, flew up and didn't know who he kicked over, saw the empty man, grabbed Mex's hair with one hand and twisted Mex's arm with the other hand to pick him up, and took a few black punches, throwing Mex's to the group that was beating the electrician.

A group of Romans who took advantage of the situation were smashed by the flying Mex, and Zhuo Yang rushed in and reached out to help Tornatore from the ground, and by the way, he gave two kicks to someone else. The electrician brother was so miserable, his face was no longer human, bloody, and swollen, but he still glared angrily, and he didn't look like he was beaten at all, and he was a man.

Zhuo Yang protected Tornatore behind him, and kicked Panucci, who was still trying to rush up, out with his legs, and Montella and Little Mancini in the back became meat shields, and the three of them were stacked in a pile.

"Mr. Zhuo Yang, leave me alone, let me beat these damn Romans." Tornatore said from behind.

"Brother, what's your name?" I've seen it in Milanello, but I haven't dealt with it, so it's normal not to know each other.

"My name is del Tornatore."

"Del, I remember today, I took all your beams, whoever beats you will have to pay the price, don't try to escape." Zhuo Yang's eyes were staring at the Roman enemy, and his tone was not ruthless, but it was imprinted in his spleen and lungs.

"As long as your mouth is big, who can't escape today and see clearly." Mex and Panucci were really unconvinced, and the two of them braved the blood and came forward again, although they looked the worst in the audience except for the electrician brother.

"Zhuo...... Yang, I'm fine, see how I beat the Romans. "Tonatore is also a man who doesn't admit defeat.

"Well, let's fight side by side today."

"It's a great honor."

Zhuo Yang looked at the black and oppressive Romans in front of him, looked at Mexes and Panucci who were approaching step by step, stretched his left foot forward and pointed on tiptoe, raised his arms and crossed his chest, opened his palms inward, and then slowly pulled away and raised his palms back and forth.

The Romans couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts!

I have heard that Zhuo Yang is very capable of fighting, but how much he can fight has always been just a legend. In the chaotic battle just now, they could also see that Zhuo Yang was indeed very fierce, one-on-one, but that was all, not a lot of hits, and there was color on his face at this time. At best, he is a master of group fighting, and he can't frighten these fierce men.

But at this moment, Zhuo Yang pulled up a posture, the whole person was full of momentum, there were no flaws in Zhou's body, and the two of them who were closest to each other didn't know how to make a move. Zhuo Yang struck a chilling Chinese kung fu style and became a martial arts expert.

Totti and Zivo were about to cry, and most of them were on the head, and the two captains and vice-captains couldn't control the scene at all, so they could only stop in front of them in a hurry. "Calm down, everybody, calm down." All the Romans, including them, realized that Zhuo Yang was going to play for real.

That's right, Zhuo Yang is coming for real.

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