Chapter 1482

Eight Ye Gattuso saw Petre bunahu coming in the passage, but he was shocked. He wanted to find someone in the changing room of the visiting team, but he met the right owner here.

Bunahu knew Gattuso's face, but he didn't want to take care of any Milan people. Seeing Gattuso, he just threw a very disdainful look at him. He took out his lighter and lit the cigarette in his hand. Then he leaned against the wall and thrust his head back.

Originally, he was looking for trouble, but he was ignored as the air by the old man. The eighth master was furious. In a moment, his anger was all released, and his war spirit was all over the sky. "Fuck you old man, dare to run wild in Milan, you want to die

Eight Ye's hair and beard are upright, like steel needles, his eyes are so wide open that his testicles are Wan, and his voice is like Zhong Lu. He drinks angrily in the silent passage. "Die die die die"!

In a fit of rage, bunahue straightened up, his eyes cold as falcons on Gattuso. "Son of a bitch, say it again!" His voice is colder than his eyes.

At this time, the eighth master was a lion, and his roar was like the roar of a lion. "Old bastard, you deserve to be an old Milan general. Milan doesn't have an old beast like you. Want to fight? Eight grandfathers teach you to be a man today! "

"Be a man, be a man, be a man" ~

bunahu didn't talk much. He slammed the long cigarette butts in his hands on the ground, pulled back and forced him to pass towards Gattuso. He is a wolf. The fight between the wolf and the lion is very close. At this time, Zhuo Yangwei came along and walked into A9 channel.

Zhuoyang's sudden appearance made Gattuso and bunahu stop trying, especially bunahu. Zhuoyang's murderous look in his eyes half an hour ago made his memory fresh. Although there is no problem in one-on-two self-confidence, it's not once or twice for him to win all by himself with two or three young people, but it's also common sense for fighters not to suffer from enemies from both sides.

Bunahu watched cautiously at Gattuso and Zhuoyang, who were already boxing.

"Zhuoyang, what are you doing here?" Jiabaye asked clearly.

Zhuo Yang hears the lion roar of the eight Ye outside the passage, but he is very happy. He doesn't think it's a big win for two dozen and one, but because he can watch the eight Ye's skill on the spot. Since the appointment, Zhuoyang has been secretly looking for Gattuso's image of boxing in order to know himself and his enemy, but he has got nothing. In addition to disappointment, I can only prepare to fight with the eighth master.

Who knows that another village, with four days left, has met with the eighth master on the battlefield of beating the enemy. You can watch Gattuso's Boxing Routine and body method habits for free, which doesn't surprise him. This happens to be the same, which makes Zhuoyang's depression clear.

"What else can I do? Like you, I'm here to beat this old man. Just now, he attacked me secretly. He was so crazy that he was born an old man who should be beaten. " Zhuoyang is neither a lion nor a wolf. He is a fox. "But since you have the same idea, please."

"What! And he stole a beat from you? " Eight Ye Lion King's hegemony.

"No? The old man is broken. He pinched nine Ye's neck with five finger marks. He almost cut me off and killed me. Eight ye, get him Zhuoyang continued to make the gesture of "please".

"Damn it! I've never seen such a lawless person in San Siro. It's hard for me not to beat him. " Gattuso is still in great shape. "I'll bear it. I'll give you the chance to avenge myself."

"Eight ye, you are old, the elder is first, please."

"Zhuoyang, you just suffered a loss. I'm happy to be a Jianghu man. Please."

"Eight Ye has great martial arts. Please."

"Lord Zhuo is invincible in the world. Please."

"Eight Ye please!"

"Please, Mr. Zhuo!"

Both the lion and the fox have become chicken thieves. They want to see each other's skills. They don't want each other to see their own skills. The target character, old wolf bunahu, has been completely ignored.

"Please ~ hammer ~ son ~ --!!!" Bunahu was so angry that even a Martian could blow him up. The two men regarded him purely as a lamb to be slaughtered and a fish on the chopping board. "Come on, you two bunnies!" Fight two at a time and never call for business.

"Bah!" Zhuoyang spat lightly. "You deserve it? Just your fucking Kung Fu, also deserve to let me go with Jia Baye? How big a face do you have? Big ass? Bah! "

"Bah!" Eight Ye spits heavily. "You don't deserve it. You're such an old coffin, but you still need us to work together? I can't afford to lose that man. Bah! "

"Eight Ye please ~"

"Zhuo Ye please ~"

bunahu is going to be insane. He will go mad if they let him down so modestly. "Please hammer please, hit it quickly, let's go together, please..."

"Bah!"

"Bah!"

"Eight Ye please!"

"Please, Mr. Zhuo!"

"I'll watch the enemy's material array for the eighth master, please!"

"I stand up for Zhuo ye, Zhuo Ye please!""Eight Ye please!"

"Please, Mr. Zhuo!"

"Don't argue -" bunahu jumped to the center of the passage with his head in his arms. "Don't fight. Don't fight. Are you determined not to go together?"

"Nonsense!"

"Bullshit!"

"Well, I'll fight with you one by one. No one can run. If there is a seed, line up and wait for grandpa to beat it. " One on one, that's nothing. Bunahue looked at Gattuso and then at drowing.

Gattuso's hair and beard are all open, and he is aggressive. Zhuoyang's face is full of fun, and in bunahu's view, Gattuso is obviously more powerful. It's more reasonable to knock over Gattuso before you beat Zhuoyang. It's obviously a matter of flicking your fingers.

"You!" Bunahu pointed to the eighth master: "Gattuso, you fight with me first."

Zhuo Yang said, "Congratulations, Mr. Ba, please --"

Gattuso: ""

Zhuoyang opened his eyes wide to watch and learn the battle between them. Bunahu is undoubtedly the most suitable target today. It's a gift from heaven. Bunahu has a boxing background. Zhuoyang estimates that he is better than Mexes, and may be a little weaker than elhoff. In any case, the old boy will not be the opponent of amateur boxing king plus eight ye, but he will not be knocked down by eight Ye.

Boxing is afraid of youth! How could a little old man in his early fifties be an opponent of Jia Baye, who is at the peak of his body at the age of 30? If he is wise, he will first adopt a defensive posture, not fight a consumption war with him, and strive to find the right flaw and hit the right one. Eight ye will rely on the advantage of young and strong body to launch a rain like attack, which is common sense.

You two, come to me and walk a few more rounds, so that I can see clearly enough.

As Zhuoyang expected, after the two men gathered together and put their fists into a standard boxing posture, the old wolf bunahu did not rashly launch an attack, but slightly shook his upper body and head, and focused on Gattuso.

To Zhuoyang's surprise, the eighth master of the lion didn't attack immediately, and he took the same action cautiously. In this way, Zhuoyang even more admire the eight ye, convinced.

Jiabaye is such an expert, a fierce man like a lion, but he doesn't despise his opponent in front of him. This is the quality of a peerless expert. Strategic contempt, tactical attention, Gattuso boxing shock football is not unreasonable.

Zhuoyang, the fox, excitedly watched the lions and wolves fighting in front of him. Suddenly, the animals were fierce and began to practice.