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Chapter 89 Public Enemy of the Alliance?

The game enters a timeout and the players leave the field.

Surrounded by his teammates, Comrade Wang walked past the Bulls' bench with his booty in his hand. He also squinted at Jordan and Pippen who had just sat down, raised the basket in his hand, and said triumphantly, "You can't even keep your own basket, can you still sit?"

"damn it!"

Jordan was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, and the towel in his hand fell hard to the ground, and he got up from his seat and was about to pounce on him.

"Michael, calm down, calm down, don't be as knowledgeable as a rookie."

Phil Jackson in the front hugged Jordan in a hurry, and several assistant coaches and staff also hurriedly blocked the front.

"Let's go."

Barkley hastily dragged Comrade Wang, the troublemaker, away.

Jordan, who was blocked by everyone, stared at Wang Tiejun's back, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Old K, I will never end with you in this life."

Since he entered the league, he has never suffered such a big loss. Which rookie dares to mock him like this?
Wang Tiejun turned around and shouted, "What can you do to me?"

He suddenly remembered what Kevin Johnson said just now, so he said in a teasing tone: "Just like you dealt with the smiling assassin, kick me out of the US team? Ha, I'm a Chinese, so I won't join the US team. How dare you join the Chinese team and then drive me out of the Chinese team?"

"Shet! Falk oil! Damn boy, stupid bumpkin..."

Jordan was really angry, his lungs were about to explode, and the fire on his body was about to ignite, and he burst into foul language immediately.

Barkley was sweating profusely as he pressed Comrade Wang on the bench, and said: "Okay, old K, don't provoke him anymore, I beg you, stimulate him again, maybe he will score 100 points today."

"Brother, what are you afraid of him doing? Everyone puts their heads on their shoulders, who is afraid of whom? Just shake off your arms and fight with him until you overthrow him."

Comrade Wang, who is not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, doesn't care about authenticity.

Barkley smiled wryly. As a person who has lived under Jordan's silver prestige for many years, he does not have the mentality of Old K.

"By the way, this guy likes to call people a country bumpkin so much, where is he from?" Old Wang asked curiously.

"New York, Brooklyn, New York." Kevin Johnson said next to him.

"Brooklyn?"

Wang Tiejun was taken aback. There are three major Chinatowns in New York, and Brooklyn’s Eighth Avenue is Chinatown. He used to work in that area. It is next to Manhattan, just across the bridge from Manhattan’s Chinatown.

"Aojiao's fart, calling others a country bumpkin every day, and not being born in a slum, who has money and lives in Brooklyn."

He cursed angrily.

Barkley and the others laughed. This is true. Brooklyn, New York is the most chaotic area in the United States except for the slums of Los Angeles.

"How many points did he get?" he asked.

“7投4中，加上1罚1中，已经9分了。”助理教练刘易斯看了一眼手中的报表后道。

"It's only halfway through the first quarter, and you got 9 points?" Lao Wang was stunned.

"Old K, you are not bad today. You made 4 of 4 shots and 1 of 1 free throw. You also scored 9 points and 4 rebounds, including two offensive rebounds." Lewis laughed.

Old Wang laughed and said, "Maybe I will score 50 points today."

"Thinking too much." Barkley said angrily.

You're all shot, let's watch you perform outside?

"Old K, don't dunk too hard later, you have dunked several times, don't hurt your hand." Chief trainer Aaron Nelson reminded.

"I see."

Satisfied, Pharaoh touched the basket under his buttocks in his hand and admired it proudly.

He suddenly thought of what the on-site commentator said just now, and said quickly: "Hey, brothers, what do you think of the nickname "Basket Collector?"

"It will make you a public enemy of the alliance, don't call it that." Barkley quickly stopped.

Kevin Johnson also said: "Old K, it doesn't matter if you face a frontal confrontation. You haven't met a dirty guy. They will elbow you behind your back, or step on your feet, or deliberately bump into you when you take off. So absolutely don't become a public enemy of the league. It's too dangerous. Your career may end at any time."

"Making black hands?" Old Wang's eyes shrank.

He took it very seriously. Attacks from outside the line of sight are the most difficult to guard against. His injury resistance level is not high, only level 85. In the future, injuries are inevitable, so he must be careful.

"Okay, then it won't be called this." He said kindly.

Danny Angie said with a smile at this time: "Old K, you have collected three baskets. If you continue to do this, you will be recognized as a basket collector. If you don't call it yourself, the media will call you that. It's not a question of whether you call it or not."

When Lao Wang was stunned, the basket must be collected, otherwise where would he get the points?

After thinking it over clearly, he immediately said: "Then it doesn't matter. You can't make a big deal if you look forward and backward. It doesn't matter whether he sits down or not. I've decided to collect the baskets. I'm going to build a big collection room in the future to collect my baskets."

At this time, the atmosphere on the Bulls' bench was extremely depressing, because the boss Jordan was very unhappy, as long as he slapped his face, the strong aura immediately made everyone afraid to speak.

Even Pippen, who has grown into the second master of Pi, doesn't dare to speak at this time.

"Get up, stand up, hurry up..."

At this moment, Jordan threw down the towel, drove his teammates off the bench, and surrounded him.

"Cheer up and focus your attention on the game, hear? 100% commitment! I want to see you 100% commitment."

"We have to teach that country bumpkin a lesson. He is not a good guy. He will hinder us from winning the championship. We need to get rid of him now and destroy his self-confidence. We need to deal with him..."

In the crowd, Jordan kept his voice down and growled in a low voice.

"What are the bull fools doing?"

Comrade Wang saw the movement over there, and joked: "Could it be that Jordan is doing mobilization work? Does he have that leadership ability?"

"Fool!"

Danny Ainge cursed with a smile, and said: "He is the top team leader in the league, and the Bulls are his words."

"Really? That ability is really great, we have to be vigilant." Old Wang nodded.

Speaking of this, he suddenly asked in his heart: "System, if I get another bull basket, is there any reward?"

"No, each team only has one basket collection task." The system said.

"Forget it, I don't have the strength anymore."

He kneaded his big hands, and dunked several times with all his strength. The damage to the palms still existed, and even the bones of the hands might be broken. In fact, this kind of thing can't be done often.

After 10 minutes, a new rebound and a new basket were replaced, and the game restarted.

The Bulls are now the main force of all, and Grant is back.

The same goes for the Suns.

Pharaoh walked onto the field full of energy, and after a 10-minute rest, his physical fitness was almost recovered.

Suddenly he felt something dirty staring at him, which startled him, turned around and saw that it was Jordan staring at him fiercely.

"Look at what?" He said angrily.

"Humph!"

Jordan snorted coldly, turned around and went to the frontcourt of the Bulls.

"Michael, you still have to make free throws." BJ Armstrong shouted hastily.

"damn it!"

After losing the basket, he had to lose another free throw, and the black-faced Jordan ran back again.

　I didn’t save the manuscript before the book was opened. I saved a little during this time. It will blow up in a few days when it is on the shelves. ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)