Zhuo Yang stood there, looking like a Chinese Kung Fu master's mysterious appearance. He was surrounded by the tragic electrician Tonatore. One of them shook the world and the other was bloody and brave. The more than 30 people in Rome were actually beaten by him.

The two shocked the momentum.

The captain Toti and Zivo will pull Mex and Panucci together. If the matter continues, the situation will be completely impossible to end, and the trouble will be huge.

"Don't fucking beat me, I'll turn my back if anyone attacks me. Zhuo Yang, so do you, stop." Toti's beard stood up in a hurry.

"Franco, we still have a friendship until now. Next, if you want to block me, the friendship will be gone." A gleam ejaculated in Zhuo Yang's eyes: "I'll fight you together!"

He said to Chivo again, "Chris, so do you."

Totti: "You..."

After saying that, Zhuo Yang's shoulders sank and his body swayed, so he had to show off his skills. This trip was not like the gang fight just now, so he would not have to be a desperate move, but someone would have to lie down when he took action. The more stubborn he was

The more you will break your arms and legs.

At the critical moment, suddenly, thirty or forty people rushed in from the entrance of the passage, and AC Milan came back.

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After listening to Zhuo Yang and Tonatore, Maldini briefly told the story. The middle-aged horse team, who was originally a pretty slutty, looked as dark as the bottom of the pot. The soldiers of AC Milan had already surrounded the Romans. This is San Siro.
Chapter completed!