The Far East is not like two neighbors to the east, and there is generally no tradition of kneeling and confessing mistakes.

But today is different, they all kneel to King's Landing.

Such a humiliating smile made the king's anger in front of the sky, and the anger of the man at this moment was all with a knife, sharp enough to make everyone's heart tremble, and his legs and feet weak.

At the same time, there was also the captain of the national football team, and the beads of sweat the size of this person were all gathered on the tip of his nose, but he didn't dare to look up at King Lintian.

It was he, on behalf of the country, who led a group of pig's feet to lose to Timor-Leste and suffered global ridicule.

King's Landing, still in a shirt and trousers, meticulously tied with a tie, as noble and handsome as a pantheon god, his expression did not move, and his obsidian eyes shone with peace from hell.

But it is this calm, but it is full of the oppression of the guillotine executioner, and the darkness envelops everyone from top to bottom.

King's Landing is heroic, but it is obvious that he has done it - just look at the kneeling bigwigs on the ground, all with messy hair and disheveled clothes.

King's Landing starts beating people, and he will never mess around.

And Mu Ningfu knows that her man has ginger in his hands, and it hurts to beat people lightly, and the two of them flirted and scolded each other before, and King Lintian beat her ass, and she shed tears in pain.

The head of the General Bureau, the red and swollen face of the Divine Palm is very revealing.

"Smack! - "A large stack of official documents directly slapped the head and face of the General Administration of Sports in the face, and he didn't dare to come out.

The snowflakes in the conference hall were flying, scattered around everyone, and they knelt stiffly for three hours, not daring to move.

King's Landing indifferently arranged the cuffs of his shirt with one hand, unbuttoned it, and asked as if he had nothing to do.

"Zhang Ju, twenty years ago, you were the Olympic champion of the national judo team, since you became the number one in the game, how many years have you not practiced judo?"

"Hmm...... Busy work...... I ....... "Zhang Ju was submissive, and he didn't even have the courage to take a look at the leather shoes of King's Landing."

"Yes, there are countless dinners and all kinds of entertainment, you have long forgotten how to judo, haven't you?" King's Landing unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his hairy, muscular muscles.

"Director Zhang, let's have a discussion." King's Landing stretched out his hand towards Director Zhang, and the sharp smile on the corner of his lips made Director Zhang's scalp tingle.

"Your Excellency, I'm sorry, I was wrong!" Director Zhang was in great pain, and the proximity of King's Landing exacerbated his inner collapse, especially when the extremely terrifying aura was pressed down.

"Presidential ......."

And in the next second, he was directly picked up from the ground by King's Landing with one hand, followed by a powerful reversal wrist and an over-the-shoulder fall that shook the world.

"Click!"

"Oops! - "Director Zhang fell to the ground on all fours, his wrist was directly dislocated, and his whole face was distorted in pain.

In an instant, a dull echo in the living room was accompanied by the sound of brittle bones, and everyone was stunned!

Mu Ningfu was also surprised, wow, this skill, this series of actions, throwing the 160-pound fat director to the ground in four or two, it is definitely the realm of a nine-stage master!

Mu Ningfu admires and worships her husband so much - Lintian, it's a pity that you don't go to the Olympics at your level.

However, King's Landing is a national first-class athlete qualification, and if you really want to participate in the Olympics, King's Landing is not a problem at all to bring one or two brands back.