The pounced Piggy yelled at Duke, pushed him over, and actually pushed the tall Duke Motley somersault." But the excited Piggy couldn't keep his balance well, also because of his height.

There was a big gap between his weight and strength compared to Duke, so he threw himself on the ground.

Only then did Zhuo Yang realize what had happened, and he felt a wave of fear in his heart. Suddenly, he was so angry that he followed Duke and rushed towards him.

Duke, who got up from the ground, had completely lost his mind and came towards Zhuo Yang, muttering: "I'll beat you to death!" He punched Zhuo Yang directly in the face.

Zhuo Yang turned sideways and tilted his head slightly, blocking with his left hand at a high position, wrapping the gold wire around his wrist, grabbing Duke's forearm, and twisting it outwards. This is called splitting the muscles and bones. Under the pain, Duke's upper body involuntarily turned to the right.

Twist. Zhuoyang bent his right arm, leaned forward to sink into the Wing Chun bridge, hit Duke on the cheek with his elbow, and knocked Duke to the ground.

At this time, the little pig Schweinsteiger rushed up again, strode on Duke's body, and hit Duke's head with a bastard fist. But the second-generation rich man has little strength and no

He had a lot of fighting experience, but Duke flipped over and pinned the piggy underneath. Duke raised his fist and swung the piggy hard.

Zhuo Yang's eyes were splitting: You dare to fight back against Xiaozhu? Then he's my best fucking friend!

He flew up with a kick and ran towards Duke's chest. This kick directly kicked Duke away, and Pingsha Luoyan slapped him on the ground. Before he could get up, Zhuo Yang stepped forward and twisted his waist and rushed towards him.

Yue grabbed hold of the collar and pulled Duke straight up again. Then he used a low whip kick to pull the fire from the bottom of the cauldron and hit Duke's lower body. He heard a "cool boom" and Duke was knocked down again.

Zhuo Yang reached out and grabbed his collar again, and pulled Duke up. He had to stand upright when he was beaten. He pinned his right leg away, pushed his buttocks, twisted his waist and hips, and gave his grandson a back throw. Duke was wrapped like a torn sack.

He dropped it to the ground and felt a cold breath coming from his throat.

At this time, Duke had been beaten to pieces. He couldn't even tell the difference between up and down, let alone southeast and northwest.

The third time he grabbed the collar, and the third time he was pulled upright. He pinched Duke's neck with his left hand and choked him with a fairy palm. Zhuo Yang stretched out his right hand and rounded it up and started to slap Duke's big mouth. Snap,

Pah, pah, pah..., the big crisp slaps were like shooting stars chasing the moon, one after another, one after another, and the sound of gongs and drums filled the empty valley in an instant. It was positive and negative, and the reverberation echoed deeply around the palm marks.

Duke, who was already suffocating, was so whipped that his consciousness began to blur. He only saw Zhuo Yang and Lin's cold and solemn eyes.

Klopp rushed over like crazy, hugged Zhuoyang, pushed and hugged Zhuoyang to stop him, and kept shouting: "Zhuo, calm down, calm down. You will beat him to death."

of!"

The little pig with blue eyes and gnashed teeth rushed forward again, punching and kicking Duke and continuing to beat him. Klopp was so anxious that he hugged Zhuo Yang, who had round eyes, and called Mertesacker: "

Pell, quickly, go and pull them away."

Mertesacker ran over, holding Piggy and Scar out with one hand in each hand, but he was stunned and stamped several times by Duke.

They just pulled the two players Hengha away, and De Jong was about to go up and start training. He jumped up and raised his elbows to do a trick. Assistant coach Wolff, who arrived in time, volleyed and hugged Montolivo.

He asked the fitness coach Graham to pull him out of reach, take off his sneakers and throw them at Duke, spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm, like a shrew.

At this time, the other players reacted and helped stop the gangsters. They kept persuading, and some people quickly helped Duke Motley up.

I went to see Duke again. His face was covered in blood, blood was spraying from his nose and mouth, his eyes were purple, his whole face was the color of pig liver, and his face was swollen, and he kept saying "Bah, bah" out of his mouth.

Baring teeth.

What a miserable sight: a wild boar will cry when he sees it, a hippopotamus will be silent when he sees it, and a camel that doesn't turn around is not a wild camel.

The boiling training ground finally calmed down. Assistant coach Woolf led a group of people to take Duke to the medical room to stop the bleeding. The remaining group of people persuaded Zhuoyang and the others to help the young masters.

Good luck.

Back in the locker room, Schweinsteiger, a well-educated little pig, kept swearing and muttered repeatedly: "I've already disliked him, you know? I'm going to kill him!" And Scar

Ribery's eyes looked like he was trying to figure out some bricks.

De Jong said: "I only know that Duke is a bad person, but I don't realize that he is still a bitch. Vaque!"

Montolivo is more literary and artistic, "Zhuo, what did you just... say, was it Chinese Kung Fu?"

Zhuo Yang's moves were as fast as lightning just now. Whether it was dodging, grappling, whipping or throwing, he was all done just right. Duke couldn't dodge or avoid. After practicing the whole set of movements, he could do it in one go. Especially

It was the big talk at the end, which made the brothers look relieved.

Klopp kept rubbing his temples beside him.

The team doctor treated Zhuo Yang's calf injury. It was scratched by Duke's shoe spikes, but it was not serious. It was just a skin injury. He cleaned it and applied some medicine. As long as there was no infection, it was fine.

In the infirmary, Duke Motley was still shaking, not because of pain, but because his grandson was frightened.

The bleeding in his nose stopped. Fortunately, the bridge of his nose was fine. His mouth was all blurred, and a total of six teeth, big and small, were missing. He had to undergo post-disaster reconstruction. His chest and legs were in pain, and there were bruises all over his body. Fortunately, he had good health.

Not bad, no broken bones.

What frightened Duke was Zhuoyang's eyes, which were bottomless cold. Through Duke's eyes, they penetrated directly into his internal organs. A bone-chilling coldness froze Duke's gallbladder. Zhuoyang looked at him like he was looking at a dead person.

Same. If Klopp hadn't pulled Zhuoyang away, Duke believed that he would have been beaten to death, becoming the first professional player in history to die under a big ear post.

On the peninsula in early winter, there was a Duke Motley shivering!

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Chairman Mullen and the director of the athletics department, as well as first-team coach Stanley Fox and youth team coach Jurgen Klopp met overnight to discuss the handling of the incident and the aftermath.

Coach Stanley Fox grinned and suggested that both parties involved in the fight be expelled from the team, including Zhuo Yang, Duke, Bastian Schweinsteiger, and Franck Ribery, on the grounds that he had zero concerns about the violence in the team.

tolerate.

Chairman Angus Mullen rolled his eyes at Fox a few times: Those are all the club's property, and they are all sold for euros. You opened your mouth and drove them all away. You are selling your land, you are so stupid.
Chapter completed!