Zhen Shaolong was doing exercises carefully. He used an arm strength machine, which mainly exercised the muscles of his arms. Sweat continued to come out from his forehead, and felt extremely hot all over. He put down the pull rod of the arm strength machine, took off his short sleeves and put them aside.

"Bang!"

Alan Smith walked over and patted his shoulder hard, "Hey."

Zhen Shaolong grinned his teeth in pain, and said angrily, "What's the matter? Do you know if it hurts?"

Alan Smith shrugged, as if she said she didn't mean it, and there was a sense of contempt for thin body, then pointed to the arm-power machine and said, "I want to use it."

"Is there any next to you?"

Zhen Shaolong pointed at another station and said a little incomprehensible.

"I want to use this one, depending on how you exercise... I should have been very excited, right?" Alan Smith said with his teeth bared.

Alan Smith's speaking speed was very fast, which made Zhen Shaolong a little confused. His English level reached the point of "being forced to have a conversation". It was too complicated and it was a little unintelligible.

Anyway, the other party just wanted to use his arm strength machine.

Then use it!

Zhen Shaolong didn't think of any conflicts. He has always been a pacifist, but when he moved away, he secretly spitted his mouth on the seat of the armrest machine, and then he walked towards the next one with great slogan.

Alan Smith didn't notice it at all, and sat up contentedly, and didn't feel it all over, so she tried it on the arm strength machine a few times.

Then.

He found that he underestimated Zhen Shaolong a little.

Alan Smith has rich experience in fitness. I don’t know how many times I have used the arm strength machine. I know almost the degree of my own. With the adjustment of the arm strength machine, I can completely pull it to the end for exercise. It lasts for twenty minutes.

The opponent's stretching speed is not fast, but the angle of pulling is not small. During occasional rest, it lasts for more than ten minutes. It looks no problem. The strength and endurance are pretty good, and it must be incomparable to me, but it doesn't look so 'skinny'.

“This is normal too.”

"After all, they are also top stars, and they are said to have the highest salary in the team!"

Alan Smith was even more upset. He signed a contract and only received an annual salary of 3 million pounds, while some media analysis reports pointed out that the other party's annual salary was at least 8 million pounds.

At least!

Three times!

"His salary is three times higher than mine! I am nothing in front of him. No wonder he doesn't care about me...looks down on me?"

Alan Smith was immediately angry. He simply walked over and stood in front of Zhen Shaolong, staring at Zhen Shaolong with wide eyes as he tried.

Zhen Shaolong felt inexplicable and asked again, "Is there anything wrong?"

"What do you think?"

"I'll tell me?" Zhen Shaolong showed a confused attitude, then glanced at Alan Smith's pants, and when he thought of a spitting in the back, he couldn't help laughing.

"why are you laughing?"

"no……"

Zhen Shaolong found that Alan Smith hadn't noticed it yet, and he couldn't help laughing and leaning back and forth, which also made Alan Smith even more angry.

He has always been a fierce man who can do something but not a fight!

“fk!”

Alan Smith spit out a national scolding, raised his head and kicked his right foot.

Zhen Shaolong didn't react and was kicked in his right leg, and anger gushed up.

"Is that!"

"Open the skills!"

"Now the words can't be solved! I want to do it-him!"

Zhen Shaolong quickly started "Suppression" and instantly gained the experience of top fighting skills. He quickly adjusted his feet, stepped on his seat, and his whole body rose up, and his left heel was a whip leg.

"Bang!"

Strike!

A kick hit Smith's right face.

Smith was kicked.

He grinned his teeth in pain while covering his cheeks, and a ferocity also appeared on his face.

but……

He has no chance to show it!

Zhen Shaolong, who has top fighting skills, naturally knows what to do next. When his opponent feels pain, it is a good time to hit the combo. He jumped down from his seat and kicked Smith in the chest.

Smith hit the ground with his kicked butt.

Zhen Shaolong didn't give him any reaction time, rushed over and stepped on his wrist with his feet, aiming it at his face as a combination of punches.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Crackling..."

Smith was punched more than ten times in a row. He didn't scream in pain, but his eyes were filled with stars. He felt that he should go to the hospital, but he didn't even have the chance to shout "Help".

When the baptism of the storm was over, Smith could only curl up on the ground and look at the person standing in front of him in fear.

He was really scared!

Even if you think you are a tough guy, you only show muscles and occasionally have conflicts with your teammates and opponents. It's just a small fight. You kick me and I punch you.

That's all.

It is not a "normal" conflict now, and the other party seems to be beating him to death!

This will kill someone!

Alan Smith is worried that he won’t see his family. He still has so many p-friends and a lot of happy life to enjoy. How can he suddenly break here?

Zhen Shaolong stopped.

Even if "Suppression" cannot cause harm to the human body, too high damage will definitely lead to physical overdrawing. He has no life-and-death hatred with the golden retriever in front of him, and it is enough to teach the other party a lesson...

"ah?"

"Tip: There is a new system task trigger.

How can we not fight back when facing the provocation of strangers? The host needs to constantly use force to teach Smith a lesson and be completely impressed.

He beat Smith three times to let him know the outcome of provoking the host.

Task progress: 0/3.

Mission reward: Increase the strength index a little."

Zhen Shaolong quickly digested the content of the system task and immediately pointed at Smith on the ground with a fierce expression, "I just think you are unhappy. From now on, I will see you once and beat you once. Do you remember?"

"This is not a ruthless thing, it is a fact."

"You have to keep it in mind. If you are not convinced, come and have a fight? Fight one by one? Stay with me at any time!"

“!!”

The staff outside finally came to be late when they heard the sound.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't accept it, so he immediately asked Zhen Shaolong, "What's going on? What happened?"

"We fought! He can't."

Zhen Shaolong smiled and pulled Smith up, showing an intimate look, but it felt weird when it was combined with the words. Smith didn't hurt much. He only felt extremely tired and looked weak.

The staff immediately asked Smith, "How is it? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Smith glared at Zhen Shaolong, but strangely, he felt that he was not hurt all over and his face was not hurt either?

How is that possible?

He felt very strange, but he was not in the mood to think so much, just felt ashamed!

If you lose with Zhen Shaolong, it doesn’t matter if the two of them are seen by others and will spread throughout the club tomorrow? Even the media will know...what will they say?

"Alan Smith started fighting with Zhen Shaolong on the first day of joining Newcastle, and he was beaten up..."

"I lost!"

"The vicious Alan Smith is just a good guy. He can't do it once he tries. Even the thin Zhen Shaolong can't beat it!"

This cannot be tolerated!

Alan Smith stared at Zhen Shaolong viciously and immediately said to the staff, "Do you think I'm wrong? What's this? I was just sneak attacked by this guy just now!"

"Is that! Come again!"

certainly.

It is impossible to have someone else.
To be continued...