"Boss, I am your security captain, not a thug." Brent Wilder said righteously: "I can't compete with Mr. Rooney. First of all, this is not my duty, and secondly, I don't have any eyes. If I get hurt, I'll be injured.

When it comes to Mr. Rooney, this is not good.”

Zhuo Yang shrugged and spread his hands at Rooney: Look, they don’t want to fight you.

Now Zhuo Yang will take Wilder with him wherever he goes. This is the rule his wife set for his family, and no one dares to violate it. The reason why he takes Wilder rather than Xiaotong is because Xiaotong has left.

At the beginning of the year, Latvian bodyguard Julius Wu resigned from his position as a driver and bodyguard due to personal treatment issues. But it is obvious that this is just Xiaotong's excuse to the outside world.

In essence, Xiaotong has lost the meaning of her job here in Zhuo Yang, and all potential strong enemies have been eliminated. The rest only requires some general normal security work. Xiaotong has no use.

In the original plan, Julius Wu would go to Africa to take an adventure, where he would show his skills.

Xiaotong once had a dream in which he led a mercenary in Africa and fought desperately with other military forces in the dark world for the benefit of a major Eastern power. The beautiful and rich African continent happens every day.

It's similar to the Dark War that can't be on the table.

Xiaotong also dreamed of fighting side by side with her dream-ridden "fangs", and cooperated with Jiushan, a comrade-in-arms who had been with her son, and completed an extremely important battle mission for a major country in the East.

Such a dream made Xiaotong's blood boil and made him unable to wait to go to Africa to start a new job.

However, Xiaotong knew very well that once the story in the dream happened, it would be impossible to review and no story would be gone.

So, Xiaotong returned to the country with regret, took the official introduction letter from the old leader of the original unit, and entered the counter-espionage department of the National Security Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security, and became an agent.

This is also good. At least he is still in the disciplined army he likes, and he is very good at work, and he can often be with his wife and children.

So, Julius Wu disappeared from this world and was said to have gone to Africa, but Africa did not have his story. Xiaotong began a new life and work.

Now Brent Wilder has become Zhuo Yang's follower, and he takes him everywhere, and the same is true for him to come to Rooney's house, which is not far away.

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"Old Zhuo, let's compete... it's not suitable, just play with Wayne." Old Boxer Pu also persuaded.

"I agree with Mr. Prince." Wilder said: "Mr. Prince is a professional boxing champion, and His Highness the Princess will not agree to you compete with him. Boss, you must be very clear about this. Mr. Rooney is obviously weak.

Chicken, just play with him casually. I think His Royal Highness the Princess should not object."

"Weak chicken? Am I a fucking weak chicken?" Rooney's head was full of fire.

"Shut up!" Zhuo Yang and Pu boxing champion scolded each other.

"Brent, there are some things that are not necessary to let His Highness know about them. Do you understand?"

"You go and tell your highness, don't tell me."

"Brent Wilder, I officially inform you that you were fired."

"No, you have no right to fire me. My employer is His Highness the Princess, and the person who is in charge of our family is His Highness the Princess. You can't fire me."

"Brent, you're itchy."

Brent's eyes immediately turned red, his tone was filled with sadness and anger.

"You can beat me, I can't beat you anyway. But if you beat me for performing your duties, I...I will report to His Royal Highness."

Zhuo Yang: “…”

"Hahaha..." Prince laughed and said, "Old Zhuo, you, the security captain, are very interesting. I like him."

"Since that's the case, why don't we go through a few moves?"

Prince's laughter came to an abrupt end: What is the logic?

"Boss..."

"Shut up." Zhuo Yang stopped Brent and said to Prince: "That's it. You obviously think that my kung fu is very different from you... No, don't be polite. Just ask, if you have a good time with me,

How long will Rooney kobe him?"

"Haha, it shouldn't last more than 30 seconds."

Rooney: "This cannot..."

"I'll take 20 seconds." Zhuo Yang said: "I'll let him lie down within 20 seconds."

Rooney: “…”

Prince: "It's not difficult to just lie down. I know you can throw a little bit. This is better than me, I can only box."

"No, I don't need to throw it. Actually, I can let him fall in 20 seconds without any contact."

"Oh?" The Pu boxing champion was obviously interested: "What are you going to do?"

"I'll prove it to you. If I do, you fight me?"

Brent took out his cell phone: "I will report it to His Highness the Princess now."

'Swhoo--', Zhuo Yang reached out and snatched his phone. Then, while Brent was stunned and stepped forward, he hooked his left foot on his right ankle and pulled it up, forcing Brent to open it.

Then he pulled his left foot and stepped on the left leg bend behind him.

With a 'Ouch~', the fierce former French special forces soldier fell to the ground and was pointed at by Zhuo Yang with a disgust.

Prince's eyes lit up. Zhuo Yang's hook-and-step movement was very clever and the movement was very light. However, Pu Boxing King believed that if he was himself, he would never be easily succeeded by Zhuo Yang.

First, although the boxer does not use leg techniques to attack, the movement and stability of the lower plate are very particular. Second, Brent obviously has no sense of defense against Zhuo Yang, so he was considered a sneak attack.

After temporarily depriving Brent of his right to report on the news, Zhuo Yang stopped talking and did not have to discuss with Prince.

"Wayne, warm up quickly, I'm in a hurry. Don't warm up for too long, two or three minutes will be enough, it's only 20 seconds anyway."

Rooney was really angry: "Zhuo Yang, it's too crazy."

"Haha, you and I can still play well for 90 minutes on the court. As for the competition, 20 seconds is your limit."

Rooney has a bad temper, so he can't stand such ridicule. Zhuo Yang's words can make his head explode soon.

"Zhuo Yang, you will regret it. I will kos you in 20 seconds."

"Haha, then don't talk nonsense, go warm up quickly."

"Hot hammer body, start right away."

"Wayne, I'm doing it for your own good, don't hurt yourself."

"No need."

Take off the amateur boxing gloves from the wall and put them on. Zhuo Yang also put on his own special fighting gloves, and the two of them prepared to start practicing in the large living room of Rooney's house.

The old boxing champion Mark Prince smiled and looked at them bickering, and shook his head gently from time to time.

Brent Wilder seemed to have seen a little bit of the name, but he obviously did not forget his responsibilities and sneaked into the mobile phone on the Boshoe from behind Zhuo Yang.

"Mark, please give me a timer," Zhuo Yang said: "20 seconds."

Mark: "Okay."
Chapter completed!