olympian big player

Chapter 309 308 - The Fight Continues - 2
Bu Zelu thought for a while and picked the biggest glove, which is the so-called 12OZ glove. This is the real fist that is as big as a casserole.

It's not that Bu Zelu doesn't understand, but that he knows his own strength. With his current physique, if he really hits an ordinary person, he will break him, so in order to protect the opponent, Bu Zelu chose the heaviest glove.

In this way, after a few hits on the filler, even if the opponent is beaten by Bu Zelu, he will just faint for a short time.

The other five Russian old irons are wearing standard 8OZ gloves, and they are fingerless gloves, that is, there is a little padding on the front.

The lighter the full set, the more painful the beating. Of course, you can beat someone without the full set.

Wearing a scarf on his face, although Bu Zelu said he was going to fight, he couldn't really show his face. He couldn't be caught for specific evidence.

Shirtless like everyone else, sit ready for activity and warm up a bit.

With the distance between the players on both sides was 50 meters, the audience at the scene got excited, but soon quieted down.

This group of people all know that today's game was originally caused by Bu Zelu, a big star, but there is another identity on both sides, that is, fans.

This means that it didn't spread out, and it was decided temporarily, otherwise, fans from all over London would come to join in the fun.

Ordinary fights are not interesting, but this is joy, when will these rich bosses do such cerebral palsy things.

But no matter what, when Bu Zelu came, many people saw it, and many even took out their mobile phones to secretly shoot videos.

No, when Bu Zelu stood under the headlights and the big golden dragon tattoo appeared on his back, the scene was immediately clear.

This guy really came just after the game.

'What a shame! 'But Bu Zelu listened to the other side's declaration before the stand, and decided to get serious. This is football culture, um, yes, and it is also the morale before the stand.

"Eat my sword!" Bu Zelu yelled standing in front of the five old Russian brothers, well, he shouted in standard Mandarin.

"China's first sword!" X5
"The Holy Sword of the White Emperor!" Bu Zelu shouted again.

"Yujian follow me!" X5
Originally, these two sentences were combined, but through Bu Zelu's empty-eared Mandarin, the five elder brothers behind him shouted separately, um, it is more rhyming.

"White Emperor Sacred Sword!"

"Yujian follow me!"

"Demacia~! Ulla!" (hitting them)
After Bu Zelu roared, he rushed forward first.

"Foreigners, don't shit and hang a bullwhip, do you hear me" (Comrades, kill them)
"How many times have I told you, grab him little JJ!" (Kill them!)
"I don't love! I don't love her!" (Gan, kill!)

The five burly men behind them looked at their faces covered with face scarves, with a big golden dragon on their backs and they rushed up quickly, and several people also shouted from behind.

"Ulla, Ulla, Ulla!" X6
As the teams from the two sides collided, Bu Zelu didn't care about 21. Today was a long-lost fight, and it was not confiscated at all. He hammered the two heads in front of him.

What is the concept of 6VS17? The six of them were immediately surrounded, and soon as the encirclement closed, they faced punches and kicks from all directions.

"Ula!~" Bu Zelu suddenly realized that there was nothing in front of him, roared back and rushed in again.

"Hungry, hungry, Nima..."

"Broken..."

"%￥...￥#%￥%...&..."

In less than 2 minutes, the Davasilis around Bu Zelu were all lying on the cold grass with their heads in their arms, and Bu Zelu beat them up by himself.

But he is physically strong, and a flying kick on his back made him stagger a few steps, and then turned around to continue.

The guys who were lying on the ground realized that the people around them stopped beating them up. Taking a peek, they saw that their leading brother was still fighting with them.

And there was only one single Miao Miao left, and he was being beaten by seven or eight people, and these people didn't hold back at all.

They are used to fighting, and this time they admit that they will fight back next time, and sometimes it is directly related to whether the team won the derby today.

But Bu Zelu is different, just hit this once, and he will run away after the fight.

Lose, after losing, you will never get your face back!

"Damn it, get up, fuck them!"

A few Maozi climbed up again under the reminder of their companions.

"White Emperor Holy Sword Yujian Follow Me" X5
"White Emperor Holy Sword Yujian Follow Me" X5
Seeing this group of cowards return to the battlefield again, Bu Zelu finally didn't miss him, otherwise he would have really confessed here today, he was the key target, and he beat up a few while running, but there are so many people in this group.

He couldn't really run away.

Finally, these groundhogs rushed back with full blood.

"Eat my sword!"

"China's First Sword" X5
Once again, the people forming a circle back to back shouted the slogan, and Xia attacked in all directions the next moment.

The battle ended quickly, and Bu Zelu subconsciously spit out a mouthful of saliva as he watched the old men whipping their corpses.

' Gan! The scarf was gone, Bu Zelu hurriedly pulled the magic scarf from his neck to his face again.

After all, there was a certain distance between the battlefield and the surrounding spectators, and the organizers did not let ordinary people approach, so they began to clean up the battlefield soon.

"Oh oh oh..." Chelsea suddenly roared at the scene, and then a neat singing sounded.

Looking at the other side, the Fulham people were dejected and silently started to evacuate the scene.

今天的战斗在步泽履来之前已经打了4汇合了，切尔西3：1富勒姆，再加上步泽履最后一场6VS17取得胜利，4：1完胜！

Bu Zelu and a few Davasili old irons will definitely be superheroes, and they were finally lifted up by a group of people to play Fei Gao.

"Hey, hey, I'm afraid of heights, let me down!"

How can these fans who are already on top understand Bu Zelu's words.

Bu Zelu, who was finally put down, had an extra glass bottle in his hand at some point, and then watched the group of people get up.

"Get up, hungry and cold hard..."

"Arise, sufferer all over the world..."

'Well, he's a second grader! Bu Zelu complained for a while, but because of a group of big Russian men holding vodka, they sang and yelled at him.

'Gah, never mind...'

"This is the final struggle! Unite until tomorrow!"

"Internaxonel must be realized!"

Bu Zelu has a voice of a million tuners, which is completely incomparable with these broken gongs. His voice alone is enough to become a lead singer. On a small grass field outside the London field, a group of second-year Chelsea fans Sing the Chinese-Russian bilingual Internationale in a circle.

Just halfway through singing, Bu Zelu stopped abruptly, because he saw Viniya standing beside a car on the side of the road, looking at him angrily and funny.

But Bu Zelu, who knows how to play, doesn't care about that much, and deliberately shows off, holding up vodka and singing louder.

After howling for half a song, a group of people began to retreat in a noisy manner. If it hadn't started to rain in the sky, there would be an open-air party here today, and someone would have already started lighting a fire.

Noisy and noisy, he started yelling at Bu Zelu to go back to the establishment bar to continue drinking.

"Are you the only one?" Bu Zelu put on his clothes again, looked behind Veniya, and soon there was no need to ask, because there were still four bodyguards sitting neatly in the car. "Ahem, let's go back to the city first, go back to the city first. "

"I'll take your car!" Viniya looked at Bu Zelu and said indifferently.

"All right, let's go!"

It is said that good deeds do not go out and evil deeds travel thousands of miles. No, Bu Zelu just drove Viniya back to the bar in West London with a large group of people, and many unknown groups flooded in again.

Fortunately, this bar is a standard old Maozi bar, and it is also a gathering place for Chelsea fans, so not everyone on my own can't get in.

Bu Zelu, who was the protagonist, stayed with Viniya for a while, and was called to the bar by this group of people to start drinking.

Viniya was very helpless, she leaned on her chin and watched the audience in the bar start singing the Internationale again. It wasn't that she couldn't sing, but mainly because she was too ashamed.

More importantly, he knew the [-] who was leading the singing at the bar at this time. He was his boss, the hero of tonight, who had just been listed as a lifetime free honorary member by the bar owner!
At the same time, the five warriors who played with Bu Zelu tonight are all listed as honorary members, but these five old fritters are only discounted by [-]%. A jerk comes to drink every day after get off work.

free?

Fuck off!

The [-]% discount is based on the face of their second battle tonight, otherwise let alone a hero tonight, it's almost like a bear.

"...Vinya, don't think that fighting is very powerful. It's actually a very idiotic behavior. You have to know that a real man's sport is racing and driving a racing car! Fight, watch, something will definitely happen tomorrow..."

"...I've already told our team leader that we have a position as an assistant to the team manager..."

Viniya looked at the footsteps behind Bergen Ivan amusedly.

"Hey, what do you mean? Men's sports? Isn't it just racing? You didn't lose last time?" Bu Zelu slammed his fist on the small wooden table.

"...cough" Bergen Ivan didn't expect to meet the real master.

Well, he was originally drinking in this bar today, but unexpectedly, a large number of people poured in. If he didn't have Russian skills, he would have been kicked out.

Bergen looked at the people at the nearby tables and looked at him with ill intentions. If Bu Zelu was alone, then it would be fine to explain, but he also figured out what happened tonight.

To put it bluntly, if Bu Zelu just gave a casual look, he won't be able to get out of this bar tonight, so it is impossible to admit that he is a coward, he has his own pride.

"I mean a real car! A regular game!" Bergen stood up and said loudly at this moment.

"I mean a real car! A regular game!" Bergen stood up and said loudly at this moment.

(End of this chapter)