"You've lost even the most basic wrist strength." King's Landing took a step back, leaning against the table, his hands around his chest, "You're able-bodied, but what's the difference between you and scrap wood?" ”

Mu Ningfu agrees with her husband's point of view very much, the waste wood in good health, not only Zhang Ju, how many people in the world are physically and mentally healthy waste wood?

The other dozen or so people kneeling on the ground were all frightened and silent, only to feel the pressure of the coming end of the world, which made them breathless.

The door opened, and several summer palace bodyguards entered.

Rongde motioned for the bodyguards to carry Director Zhang, who was calling on the ground, out, walked to King's Landing, opened the large screen for His Excellency the President, and then added in a whisper, "The lottery has begun." ”

The draw naturally refers to the top 10 groupings.

Mu Ningfu looked over, looked at the big screen, and sighed silently in her heart - oops, there is more than one luck!

The people kneeling on the ground didn't have the courage to look at the grouping results at all, so they all bowed their heads and knelt on the ground, sweating enough to hit the carpet on the wetland.

King's Landing was still as cold and terrifying as a snowstorm.

In the camera, it was the live broadcast of the FIFA Asian Top 10 draw grouping, and the FIFA president personally unveiled the closed draw letters one by one, and loudly shouted the names of the countries on the group results to the world.

Due to the shameful defeat in the final round, the Far Eastern men's team finished second in the group and was naturally divided into the group of death in the lower half of the region.

“southKorea！” The last draw letter was announced, and the Far East men's football team will meet the strongest team in Asia.

"Huh." King's Landing sneered.

The football boss of West Asia - Iraq.

The two tigers of football in East Asia - Smecta, the country of spicy cabbage, and Yoxi, the island country.

Mu Ningfu rubbed her temples, hey, Nei Niu is full of face——, losing to Timor-Leste is nine goals, if you meet these Tai Sui again, I don't know how many goals to concede, now, anyone will see the opportunity to step on the Far East men's football team to death.......

At the end of the live broadcast, there was no sound in the conference hall, Mu Ningfu was also drunk with this result, and glanced at the other sinner in this incident - the captain of the national team.

This man had been kneeling behind the leaders, pretending to be non-existent, and of course, King's Landing would not ignore him.

"Captain Fan, from tomorrow, you retire and retire from the national team and club."

King's Landing began to liquidate him, his cold voice filled with gloomy murderous intent.

Retire?!

Is it just this person who is to be retired? Mu Ningfu was puzzled.

As soon as Captain Fan heard the word retirement, he immediately made a calculation in his heart.

His Excellency the President asked him to retire, and he was in his arms, and he retired when he retired, and he went abroad to play in low-level leagues in the future, just caring about gold panning, and he didn't have to worry about this Far East football thing anymore, hehe.

OK, no problem!

Captain Fan immediately nodded like garlic, apologized to the president, said that he was sorry for the country to live up to the expectations of his father and fellow villagers, and wiped his sweat as tears on his face.

The captain tried his best to hide the good happiness in his heart, pretended to be trembling, stood up, and bowed to the president.

"Your Excellency the President, then I will retire first, and I will prepare to retire and report." Just as he was about to say his farewell, the door of the conference hall opened for the second time, which was very different from carrying Zhang Ju out just now, and Captain Fan was suddenly terrified, because-

What came in was-