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Lao Li consciously started to clean up the dining table... willingly.

Wang Le walked out of the villa accompanied by Zhong Nianhuang.

Along the road, there were many beautiful women with enthusiastic South American style, which made Wang Le's eyes eat ice cream, which cooled down to his heart.

"This is the most beautiful scenery!"

Wang Le, who had already changed into a foot-pinning walk along the sidewalk beside the tree-shaded road, was walking, while feasting his eyes and sighing.

At the same time, Wang Le did not forget to take out a cigarette from his pants' pocket and handed it to Zhong Nianhuang who was walking beside him, and then lit a cigarette after meals for himself.

Zhong Nianhuang took the special cigarette handed over by Wang Le, and couldn't help but shrink his eyes and said to himself: "This brother Jia looks unusual in his origin, and he should have a bigger backer behind him!"

Although Zhong Nianhuang was guessing this, he would not deliberately point it out.

Then he saw him lit the fire from Wang Le. After Meimei took a sip, she said with a smile: "Not far ahead is the park, and there are people playing football in the football field every day, so we can go and have a look."

After a pause, Zhong Nianhuang did not forget to jokingly and joked: "Anyone they can pick up can be players of our national team."

Wang Le smiled and did not make any mistakes. However, now he is abroad, so he can save some face for the national team.

Soon, under the guidance of Zhong Nianhuang, Wang Le followed the open-air football stadium in the nearby park.

At this time, there were already many people around the football field, and there were constant shouts and shouts, which were very lively.

"Hey, are those three Chinese playing football on the court?"

When Wang Le followed Zhong Nian to the side of the football field, he saw three young men with yellow skin, black hair and black eyes on the field, and couldn't help but look surprised and asked.

Zhong Nian shook his head and said, "They are all islanders. To be precise, they should be island-born Brazilians."

After a pause, Zhong Nianhuang continued to explain: "Brazil has a population of about 200 million, of which islanders account for one percent of the total population, about two million. It can be said that Brazil is the largest overseas immigrant country in the island country, and this organized immigration began at the beginning of the last century and continues to this day."

Wang Le touched his nose. He had never heard of this kind of thing before. I guess only Zhong Nianhuang, the "Braziliantong", knew so much.

"Hey, the Japanese are pretty good at running away." Wang Le curled his mouth and said casually.

Then he saw Zhong Nianhuang smiled slightly, then he held his ear to Wang Le and whispered: "Our people are here, but we often kill with the island country."

Then Zhong Nianhuang lifted up his short-sleeved shirt, and Wang Le saw a long scar from his chest to his navel.

As an expert in killing, Wang Le could see at a glance that the scar was left by the Oriental Sword of the islander. Judging from the direction of the scar, it could simulate the scene where Zhong Nianhuang was injured at that time.

"Brother Zhong is really agile and has a great life! Otherwise, if it was a little later, it would be a breaking ending..."

Wang Le asked Zhong Nian to put down his clothes, then shook his head and sighed.

After a pause, Wang Le said again: "From the direction of this sword, if you read it correctly, it should be done by Beichen, the most orthodox sword flow in the island country. The true meaning of their sword skills is that they are consistent in their hearts and energy. The moves are fierce, and moves must be killed!"

Zhong Nian shook his body stiffened, and his face showed a look of surprise. It was obviously because Wang Le called it.

"Brother Jia's eyes were like a torch, and he could see the origin of the person who hurt me at a glance." Zhong Nianhuang said with admiration.

Wang Le touched his stiff face, a trace of memory flashed in his eyes, and he said in his heart: "When I was still serving in the army, I killed many island devils who practiced Beichen Yishao. Of course, I can see it at a glance."

As his thoughts changed, Wang Le smiled and avoided answering, changing the topic and said, "Aren't we here to watch the game? Look where we are talking about it."

Zhong Nianhuang is also a smart person. Of course, he was tactful and laughed and didn't mention it again, but suggested: "Will Brother Jia come on stage and have fun later?"

Wang Le was stunned and then said strangely: "Brother Zhong, this is football. It is the most important thing to be familiar and cooperative, not basketball. Can you still play casually when you substitute people?"

Zhong Nianhuang nodded indifferently and replied: "Of course, this is not a regular football match. You can go up and play as long as you want. Of course, the premise is that someone will be tired of playing."

"Uh!" Wang Le was speechless, but he also thought that this way of playing was really good, so he immediately became playful.

"The last time I played football was the football match organized by an old classmate last year. Now, after hearing what Brother Zhong said, I'm really a little itchy." Mr. Wang said with a harsh harsh .

At this time, Zhong Nianhuang saw Wang Le's eagerness to try, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "It's really going to be serious, but playing football with Brazilians is a real pursuit of abuse!"

Although he was speechless about Wang Le and was not optimistic about the opponent's self-righteous football skills, Zhong Nianhuang was not easy to stop him. After all, he was the one who made such a bad idea to let the opponent play football on the court.

"Then Brother Jia, please wait here first. I'll talk to the leader." Zhong Nianhuang said.

Wang Le nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait here."

Then he saw Zhong Nianhuang quickly walked around the stadium and ran straight to a group of people wearing jerseys opposite him. Seeing this, Wang Le knew that the other party was going to negotiate.

As for how Zhong Nianhuang negotiates, it is not something he wants to do with Wang Le. As long as he can play football, he will do it.

Five or six minutes later, Zhong Nian ran to Wang Le and said with a smile: "It's all done, let's go there!"

Immediately, Zhong Nian jokingly continued, "Brother Jia, you have to win glory for the country!"

Wang Le raised his eyebrows habitually and replied: "I am not a national team that only embarrasses the ball. I just want to win or score goals when I go out."

"Uh! The national team was shot while lying down." Zhong Nianhuang completely forgot what he had scolded the national team just now and thought silently.

In this way, Wang Le walked around the stadium with Zhong Nian, and then walked towards the group of Brazilians wearing jerseys he had just seen.

Soon, about ten minutes later, a Brazilian who played as a winger finally came down. Wang Le, who had already put on the No. 9 yellow Brazilian national team jersey, first looked at Zhong Nianhuang with a smile and said, "Look at how I abuse them when I go up!"
Chapter completed!