Ah Biao is Qiangxiong's personal bodyguard, it is said that he used to be a mercenary, and he is extraordinary, and he walked into the office at the moment.

"Brother Xiong, are you looking for me?"

Qiangxiong picked up the newspaper on the table and said.

"Mu Yan, this kid, relying on himself as a gambler, wants to grab the Super Cup with me, and he has formed a team, which is really beyond his means."

Ah Biao asked.

"What does Brother Xiong mean?"

Qiangxiong took a puff of the cigar in his hand, the smoke was filled, and a trace of coldness flashed in the old eyes in the dark sunglasses, and said.

"Find someone to clean up his team, teach him a lesson, and it's better to let him get out of the way."

Ah Biao nodded.

"Understood."

After speaking, he walked out of the office, and Qiangxiong took another deep puff of his cigar and said coldly.

"Fight with me, you're still a little tender."

At noon the next day, after everyone had lunch, they came to the center of a nearby gymnasium, where the director gave Mu Yan a lot of face, and heard that Mu Yan was going to play a friendly game here, so he immediately stopped other football games and vacated the football field.

At noon, a luxury bus slowly drove into the center of the stadium, followed by a silver-gray sports car.

The players got off the bus one by one, dressed in neat pale yellow monk's clothes, uniform shoes and pants, they were the Shaolin football team.

It's not where to get the news, there have been many media reporters waiting at the door of the gymnasium for a long time, and as soon as they saw Mu Yan coming out of the car, they rushed up and surrounded him.

A female reporter asked.

"Mr. Mu Yan, why are you suddenly interested in football?"

Mu Yan smiled and said.

"There's no exact reason, it's just a sudden desire to play."

The female reporter then asked.

"And what's your team called?"

Mu Yan said to the camera in a very high-profile manner.

"This team is called the Shaolin Football Team."

All the cameras were aimed at the players next to Mu Yan, and they were all smiling and gesturing at the camera.

The female reporter then asked.

"So what is your goal in forming a team?"

Mu Yan said.

"My goal is simple, to win this year's Super Cup."

The female reporter asked.

"And what do you think of the Devils, who have won the Super Bowl five times in a row?"

Mu Yan smiled indifferently and said.

"It's amazing, but the Shaolin football team will be even better."

The reporters were stopped outside the stadium, and the players followed Mu Yan into the stadium, which contained a large football field surrounded by tall stepped seats.

The amateur team that the golden right foot is looking for has not yet arrived, the players lead the way, Mu Yan is sitting on the seat outside the field, and he is just a spectator today.

Half an hour later, the amateur team, known as the auto maintenance team, finally arrived, and the captain was none other than the bespectacled Sven man in the movie.

But looking at their expressions, it seems that it is not as simple as kicking a ball, especially the captain, Mu Yan has already seen the wrench he pinned to his waist.

The two teams lined up face to face and stood on the right foot.

"Today we invited the most prestigious auto maintenance team in the amateur world to participate in this friendly match, the game time is 30 minutes, there is no break at halftime, I will do the verification, everyone has no opinion, right?"

The captain of the auto repair team smiled sincerely.

"Brother Feng, who was known as the golden right foot back then, today brought a group of young people to play a friendly match with us, and it is really our honor for you to verify it."

As he spoke, he grabbed the hand of Gold's right foot and said to the players.

"Everyone's name is Brother Feng."

The crowd shouted in unison.

"Brother Feng."

A smile bloomed on the face of Gold's right foot, and he said.

"Today's friendly match is mainly to learn about football skills, and everyone can click until they arrive."

The two teams shook hands very friendly, and the two sides opened up the formation, and the auto maintenance team really deserved to be the players eliminated from the regular team, and the lineup was very sophisticated.

On the Shaolin football side, according to the previous lineup setting, Ah Xing served as the striker, and the other party served as the striker as the captain Siyan, and the goalkeeper was a sturdy middle-aged man, while the Shaolin football team still had Xiaolong as the goalkeeper.

As a whistle sounded on Gold's right foot, the two sides began to enter a fierce battle, and Fat Cong shuttled between the opposing players with the ball with light steps.

There were a few times when he wanted to force the ball, but he still failed, Fei Cong's light skills have returned to the previous level, I saw him clamp the ball between his legs, volleyed up, bypassed the opponent's player's pinch, and threw the ball to Ah Xing.

Ah Xing shook his right leg, came to a roundabout kick, and kicked the ball directly to the opponent's goal, this leg is very powerful, the opponent only felt that the pupils contracted for a while, and the body movements could not keep up with the brain thinking.

Just as he was about to reach for it, the ball had already rushed into the goal.

Ah Xing cheered.

"Yay......."

The players of the Shaolin football team hugged each other, and Shicai's goal was without pressure at all, and he shot directly.

The auto maintenance team briefly got together, as if to discuss tactics, and the game continued, this time it was still Fei Cong who got the ball first.

And the other party also knew that Fei Cong had made a light effort, so the two team members entangled him to death, Fei Cong kept making fake moves, the other party was not fooled, and had no choice but to pass the ball to the third senior brother Tian Ji not far away.

After Tian Ji got the ball, he ran wildly all the way, and when he was about to pass the ball to Ah Xing, the captain of the auto maintenance team glanced at the two team members.

I saw two players flying out of their legs and sweeping the field chicken down the plate, their goal was not to get the ball, but to trip the field chicken and wait for an opportunity to beat him.

Sure enough, Tian Ji, who was good at the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, couldn't do light work, and the two team members attacked very fiercely, so they tripped him directly, Tian Ji fell to the ground heavily, and his glasses flew away.

The two team members hit the field chicken one after the other, one kicked him in the chest, the other kicked in the back, and the field chicken screamed in pain.

The captain showed a sneer at the corner of his lips, directly picked up the football, flew up and kicked the ball towards the goal.

The fourth senior brother Xiaolong has been standing with his eyes closed, and suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, the football has already attacked the eyeball, only to see him stretch out his right hand, and the ghost grappling hand directly intercepted the football.

"Huh?"

The members of the auto repair team couldn't help but exclaim, and Xiaolong took the soccer ball, made a contemptuous gesture at the opposing striker, and threw the ball over.

Captain Four-Eyes gritted his teeth and scolded.

"What the hell."

Only a few minutes later, the Shaolin football team had already scored a goal, and although Tian Ji was beaten, the disparity in the score was already reflected.

Tian Ji picked up his glasses from the ground, and Ah Xing walked over and asked.

"Third Senior Brother, what happened just now?"

Tian Ji Road.

"These guys don't seem to be playing football."

The brothers also looked at each other, and nodded understandingly, since the other party wanted to find trouble, then play with them.