He Has a Dragon

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Lao Li consciously started clearing the table... willingly.

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

Along the road, the passionate South American customs and beauties in beautiful cars abound, which makes Wang Le's eyes eat ice cream and chills to his heart.

"This is the most beautiful scenery!"

Along the sidewalk next to the tree-lined road, Wang Le, who had already put on flip-flops and was wearing beach pants and a floral shirt, sighed in admiration as he walked.

At the same time, Wang Le did not forget to take out a cigarette from his pants pocket and handed one to Zhong Nianhuang who was walking next to him, and then lit another after-dinner cigarette for himself.

Zhong Nianhuang took the special cigarette from Wang Le and couldn't help but shrink his eyes and said to himself: "Brother Jia's background seems to be unusual. There should be a bigger backer behind him!"

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

Then I saw him borrowing a fire from Wang Le to light it. After Meimei took a breath, she said with a smile: "There is a park not far ahead. There are football fields inside. People are playing football every day. We can go and have a look."

After a pause, Zhong Nianhuang did not forget to sarcastically joke: "Anyone they pick out can be a player for our national team."

Wang Le chuckled and didn't fall into another trap. After all, he was abroad now, so he could save some face for the national team.

Soon, under the guidance of Zhong Nianhuang, Wang Le followed twists and turns to the open-air football field in a nearby park.

At this time, a lot of people had gathered around the football field, and they were shouting and cheering, making it very lively.

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

When Wang Le followed Zhong Nianhuang to the edge of the football field, he saw three young people with yellow skin, black hair and black eyes on the field. He couldn't help showing surprise and asked.

Zhong Nianhuang shook his head and said: "They are all islanders. To be more precise, they should be Brazilians of island origin."

After a pause, Zhong Nianhuang continued to explain: "Brazil has a population of about 200 million. Islanders account for one percent of the total population, about two million. It can be said that Brazil is the largest overseas immigrant country among island countries. This organized migration began as early as the beginning of the last century and continues today."

Wang Le touched his nose. He had never heard of such a thing. Only Zhong Nianhuang, a "Brazil expert", must know so much about it.

"Hey.

The little devil is pretty good at running. Wang Le curled his lips and said casually.

Zhong Nianhuang smiled slightly. Then he went to Wang Le and whispered: "Our people here are often killed in darkness with our counterparts from the island countries."

Then he saw Zhong Nianhuang lift up his short-sleeved shirt, and Wang Le saw a long scar from his chest to his belly button that was extremely eye-catching.

As an expert in homicide, Wang Le could tell at a glance that the scar was left by an Japanese sword from the island nation, and by looking at the direction of the scar, he could simulate the scene in which Zhong Nianhuang was injured.

"Brother Zhong is really agile and has a lot of luck! Otherwise, if it were a little later, he would be disemboweled..."

Wang Le asked Zhong Nianhuang to put down his clothes. Then he shook his head and sighed.

After a pause, Wang Le continued: "Looking at the direction of this sword style, if I read it correctly, it should be the work of the most orthodox Beichen Yidao style in the island country. The true meaning of their swordsmanship is that the mind and strength are in unison in an instant, and the moves are fierce. Every move will kill you!"

Zhong Nian froze. There was a look of surprise on his face, it was obvious that Wang Le had been right.

"Brother Jia's eyes are so sharp that he can actually tell the origin of the person who hurt me at a glance." Zhong Nianhuang said with admiration on his face.

I saw Wang Le touching his stiff face, a flash of memory flashed in his eyes, and said to himself: "When I was still serving in the army, I killed many Japanese Japanese who practiced Beichen Itto Style. Of course I can You can tell at a glance.”

My mind wanders. Wang Le smiled and avoided answering. He changed the subject and said, "We're not here to watch the game. Look where we all went."

Zhong Nianhuang is also a smart man. Of course, he laughed out loud and did not mention it again. Instead, he suggested: "Brother Jia, do you want to come out and play too later?"

Wang Le was startled, and then said a little strangely: "Brother Zhong, this is football. The most important thing is familiarity and cooperation to the extreme, not basketball. Can you still substitute players on the court at will?"

Zhong Nianhuang nodded indifferently and replied: "Of course, this is not a regular football match. Anyone who wants to can play there, of course, only if someone gets tired from playing."

"Uh!" Wang Le was a little speechless for a moment, but he also felt that this kind of gameplay was really good, and he immediately became interested in playing it.

"The last time I played football was a game organized by my old classmates back at my alma mater last year. Now that I heard what Brother Zhong said, I'm really feeling a little bit nervous." Young Master Wang said with a chuckle.

At this moment, Zhong Nianhuang saw Wang Le's eagerness to give it a try, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "I really want to show my love, but playing football with Brazilians, isn't this a living request for abuse!"

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

"Brother Jia, please wait here while I go talk to the leader." Zhong Nianhuang said.

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

Then he saw Zhong Nianhuang quickly walking around the court and running straight towards a group of people wearing jerseys on the opposite side. When Wang Le saw this, he knew that the other party was going to negotiate.

As for how Zhong Nianhuang negotiates, that's not Wang Le's business, as long as he can play football.

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

Immediately, Zhong Nianhuang continued jokingly: "Brother Jia, you have to bring glory to the country!"

Wang Le raised his eyebrows out of habit and replied: "I am not a national team member who only loses faces and goals. When I play, I want to win and score goals."

"Uh! The national team was shot while they were lying down." Zhong Nianhuang thought silently, completely forgetting what he had just scolded the national team.

In this way, Wang Le followed Zhong Nianhuang around the stadium, and then walked towards the group of Brazilians wearing jerseys he just saw.

Soon, about ten minutes later, a Brazilian playing 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 me. How can you go up there and torture them!"

Then without waiting for Zhong Nian to do anything, he rushed onto the football field barefoot, and then stood at the winger position... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)