Chapter 1020

Zhuoyang, like a thief, turned left and right in the internal passage under the stands of the Rome Olympic Stadium. To hide his eyes, he put on a black coat and took sunglasses and scarves to hide. After all, this is not San Siro. He is not afraid to be caught as a thief, but he will not be able to go to the fight if he is found. A simple man like Max can touch him in San Siro. How can he be looked down upon as a European Footballer.

In order to slip out of the dressing room just now, Zhuoyang really spent some time, Maldini and Kaka's eyes did not leave him. But as soon as Zhuoyang arrived here for a tour, he had a problem.

"Kaso, I'll take a bath first. Would you like to join me?" Zhuo Yang shakes his eyebrows and colors them.

"What bath did you take before the game? And when do you care? Didn't you get up in the morning? "

"Why do you have so many questions! Like a child out of school. Can I have narcissism? " Finish saying Zhuo Yang then no longer pester, grab the bag that oneself carry to wash and rinse to enter the bathroom.

All the rooms are naturally under the grandstand. There is no skylight leading to the outside in the bathroom. Because they share the main venue with Rome, AC Milan today uses the dressing area of Lazio, many rooms are also very functional, and the rooms are crisscross and crisscross.

There is a side door in the bathroom, which leads to the coach lounge after going out. There is a large circle of sofas in the lounge, and there is a table on the TV ground on the wall. When Zhuoyang pushed the door in, Ancelotti and his huge coaching team were puffing.

In Serie A, there is no smoking. Ancelotti, who is a heavy smoker, always goes into the coach's room before the match and smokes enough cigars. At this time, there are auspicious clouds in the big house. Seven or eight big guns are like seven or eight chimneys.

Without waiting for Ancelotti to wonder why he came out of the bathroom, Zhuoyang went straight to angpang and asked, "Sir, do you think I have more breakouts today?" Ancelotti said in his heart: is this a fucking question? Isn't that what everyone knows?

Before he could answer, Zhuoyang's mouth didn't stop: "Oh, where's the cigar? It tastes pure. Is it Cuban or Dominican?" He he, he knows a lot. Ancelotti looks at the cigar in his hand and is ready to show off to Zhuoyang.

"Sir, this Armani is not bad today. Did the lady choose it for you or did Armani make it for you?" Carlo Ancelotti, who has always been joked as "Tu Gua Nong", actually cares about her image and always dresses very delicately. After hearing Zhuo Yang's approval, he is more satisfied with his clothes today. However, Ancelotti still didn't understand. People said that he was like a melon farmer, not in terms of clothes, but in terms of temperament.

Ancelotti pulled up the left sewing of his suit and just wanted to show Zhuoyang that it was bought by him in montenapolene street. Then he heard Zhuoyang's legs and mouth constantly tossing. Then he had a big lump of pickled things in his mouth, with a paste: "where is the spittoon? Where can I have a spittoon, sir

But almost didn't disgust the coaches in the room. In the daze, Zhuoyang had walked to the other end of the room, opened the door and walked out. After the door rang, only a group of inexplicable coaches were left there, and seven or eight cigars were curling up, like incense burning in the temple.

Outside the door is the outer room of the dressing room, which is invisible.

The fighting room selected by Mexes is not like the last one on the lowest floor of San Siro. The E6 channel inside the Olympic Stadium in Rome is on the second front floor. The grandstand is on the top of the head. The house can hear the noise of the fans and the rumble of their feet. With this cover, I don't worry about the fight being heard. At the bottom of the room, according to the location estimation, it should be the bathroom Zhuoyang just escaped from.

Take off the key and unlock the lock. After pushing the door open, Max is waiting for him. He sits on the ground beside the opposite wall. Zhuo Yang didn't go in at once. He stood at the door and observed the situation in the room with his eyes. Then he pulled out the key and walked in. He closed the door with his back hand and threw the key on the ground.

Until the silent Mexes got up from the ground and saw that he was bare handed. Zhuoyang just dropped the bag in his hand and took off his coat. He took off his sunglasses and scarves and threw them on the bag.

Although Zhuoyang is young, he is not so reckless in some things. This is someone else's territory, and although Mexes vows to fight and fight, Zhuoyang can't believe him. As the saying goes: no matter how high Kung Fu is, you are afraid of kitchen knives. It's a very different concept to have weapons and not to have them.

Zhuoyang's toilet bag contains not only personal toiletries, but also a pair of nunchakus, green wood and copper skin, in addition to clothes. In fact, Zhuoyang is not good at dancing nunchakus, but the steel telescopic sticks that are usually available at home can't pass the airport security check, so he can only bring nunchakus when it is critical to deal with emergencies.

Even so, if Mexes suddenly turns to the gall, what moth comes out of it, Zhuoyang's nunchakus will definitely make him eat nothing. But now, it seems that Mexes is a man in this respect. Zhuoyang's vigilance seems to be a little lower than others, but the safety of wandering in the Jianghu comes first. Be careful.Zhuoyang laughed in his heart when he finished these preparations. This room, like the last one, is also a sundry room. There are also many thick felt cotton cushions for stacking some equipment and so on. But the difference is that the mats in San Siro were piled up last time. Today, the mats are neatly spread on the ground. I don't know if Mexes chose this room deliberately because of this, or if he laid these cushions on the ground in advance.

How guilty you made me fall!

Mexes is really at a loss for Zhuoyang's ever-changing throwing. He didn't come up with any way to deal with it. Today's engagement is just due to his unyielding nature. In fact, he is ready to be a human flesh sandbag again.

Mexes stood five or six meters away from Zhuoyang, still hesitating how to deliver his move. His mouth shook a few times, which also showed that he had something to say and didn't say.

"If you have anything to say, I'll beat you for a few seconds."

"Chinaman, today you don't have to wrestle, fight me with your fists and feet, OK?"

Zhuoyang laughed. "Philip, would you like some more green lotus? Why! Shall I tie my hands and feet to you? "

"Then forget it! Come on! " Once Mexes clenched his teeth, he pulled back and started to rush forward.

"Wait!" Zhuo Yang's palm is stretched forward, and mex's crisp life is half braked. "Do Why? "

"If I don't bully you, I don't have to fall, or I won't beat you too hard. It's no fun."

Max is overjoyed. Once Zhuoyang doesn't use wrestling skills, he is confident that he can at least draw with Zhuoyang. "Thank you so much. Look at the fist -" roared and rushed up again.

"Wait!" Max's second time of crispy life was stopped. The emergency stop and start also showed that he was excellent in flexibility and coordination. "And what?"

"Empty mouth and white teeth let me not fall you? Why am I so kind? Do you think it's too beautiful? "

"Then What do you want? Don't fall... "

"Money! The world can't do without a word of money, talk with money! "