God of NBA point guards

Chapter 61 Cobra: Michael Jordan, You Have Today Too

Michael Jordan walked in the front, wearing a pair of sunglasses, biting a cigar, full of style, when he saw him, he smiled, took down the cigar, and sprayed a thick puff of smoke on Zhou Quan's face , then nodded his head with his right hand holding the cigar, and said condescendingly:
"Boy, you gave me a sigh of relief last time because you overthrew Lambir and Thomas, so I will give you face, let you go, and let you have a good debut.

But tonight, I'll let you know what it's like to offend Black Jesus. "

"Ha ha!"

Zhou Quan suddenly laughed, and reached out his hand to find out in his pocket.

"what are you doing?"

The corners of Jordan's eyes hidden behind the sunglasses twitched, thinking of pulling away to leave. Fighting is not something he is good at. If Iron Fist threw a glove at him, would he take it or not?

The rest of the Bulls were also nervously staring at Zhou Quan's pocket. After all, this was a famous iron fist, and their team had no thugs who could counter this kind of fierce fighter.

"This is one that Coach Daly gave me, and I haven't smoked it all."

Zhou Quan took out a cigar, but found out a half-smoked cigar, and said to Jordan with a smile, "Excuse me."

"What?" Jordan didn't respond.

Zhou Quan grabbed Jordan's right hand and lit his cigar, but after a long time, Jordan's hand was numb from being pinched, and his cigar hadn't been lit yet.

"open!"

After reacting, Jordan snapped away from Zhou Quan's hand, and said angrily, "I have a lighter."

"Don't tell me sooner?"

Zhou Quan was slightly surprised. Jordan's strength didn't seem to be at the level he estimated before. Could it be that this guy really kept his strength last time?

Jordan took out a delicate copper lighter from his trouser pocket. Zhou Quan took it over and looked at it. It should be hand-polished and very delicate. He lit the cigar, and then slipped the lighter into his trouser pocket.

"The lighter, mine."

The corner of Jordan's mouth twitched. The thing was a souvenir, worth more than 1 US dollars. He was reluctant to be let go by the iron fist.

"Oh, I forgot."

Zhou Quan quickly took out the lighter and handed it over with his right hand.

As soon as Jordan took it, Zhou Quan suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched the former's neck, and then grabbed it with all five fingers.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

Jordan was so pinched that he couldn't breathe, and struggled hastily, but this time Zhou Quan exerted all his strength, his five fingers were like iron hooks, pinching his throat to death, he didn't dare to use too much force, he couldn't struggle for a while.

"Hey, Iron Fist, let go."

"Tekken, don't mess around."

The rest of the bull shouted in a hurry.

Zhou Quan stared at Jordan coldly, pushed forward suddenly, staggered him, and said: "Michael Jordan, you can challenge me on the court, you can beat me up with your strength, and even with your strength It is your ability to humiliate me on the field with your strength.

But off the court, I advise you, don't try to provoke me, because you don't have the ability to provoke me off the court. "

He pointed to his feet and said, "Here, in the Palace of Auburn Hills, anyone, including you, who dares to provoke us will be severely punished."

Jordan was flushed with anger, gasping for breath, staring at Zhou Quan, his eyes were red.

His neck hurt, he coughed a few times and said, "Iron Fist, I'll see you on the court. What I said just now, I will give it to you on the court."

"I once said to Gary Payton, when you don't have the strength to provoke others, don't give others a chance to go crazy. Now I will give you this sentence again. Remember, don't provoke me off the court in the future."

After Zhou Quan finished speaking, he bit the cigar on his mouth, took a big puff, and took down the cigar.

Jordan knew what the guy on the other side wanted to do, but he sprayed Iron Fist just now, and now Iron Fist was about to spray back, so he had to bear it, and he couldn't let Iron Fist have a chance to go crazy. Who let him do it in front?
"On the court, if you can do it, that's your skill."

Sure enough, Zhou Quan sprayed a thick smoke on Jordan's face, and while speaking, he pressed the cigar on Jordan's left chest, crushed it again, and crushed the cigarette end.

In the corridor, apart from the smell of cigars, there was also the smell of burnt clothes.

A group of Bulls players were shocked. This is, is this treating Michael like an ashtray?

For them, this was an incredible thing, and it touched a lot. They were very afraid of Jordan. Jordan was a tyrant in the team. A look made them tremble with fear, but Jordan became an ashtray in front of Iron Fist?

"Michael Jordan, I'm the only one now, do you want to do it? I can allow you to do it, whether it's a one-on-one or a group fight, it's up to you."

Zhou Quan asked very politely.

"Basketball matters must be solved in a basketball way."

Gritting his teeth tightly, Jordan glanced at the suit with a burnt hole, his face turned red. This was a humiliation he had never suffered before.

"let's go."

With an angry snort, he took off his suit, bypassed Zhou Quan, and left with his teammates.

He is not a person who doesn't fight, and he has beaten his teammates many times, but when facing Zhou Quan, he always feels that it would be dangerous to fight. This is his intuition.

Zhou Quan smiled and said to himself: "I thought I would be beaten up today. I was lucky to meet a coward."

This is his specialty, using trash talk and causing conflict.

"asshole!"

How can you lead a bull by being a coward?Jordan finally couldn't bear it anymore, threw away the suit in his hand, separated from his teammates, and rushed over.

"Good come!"

Zhou Quan yelled, slid his foot to the left, and used his left swipe to narrowly dodge Jordan's old punch. In the next moment, he raised his arm and threw an uppercut.

To deal with this kind of guy who is not good at boxing, he even has time to correct the hitting point, hit it slightly, don't hit the liver, hit it lightly, don't hit hard, if Jordan is killed, it will be a big trouble up.

"Oh!"

Wang Ba's punch was empty, Jordan's liver tip was punched, and the force of the blow immediately began to impact the liver.

"what!"

There was a scream, and it spread far and wide in the corridor, it was extremely shrill.

"boom!"

Qiao Dan directly knelt in front of Zhou Quan with his belly full, tears and snot all coming out.

"God……"

At this moment, he swore he would never fight again, he vowed to be a gentleman who said nothing but didn't fight, and today he was humiliating himself, and he was fooled by the bastard Iron Fist.

The rest of the Bulls looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, not knowing what to do.

Anyway, none of them was willing to rush up and fight Zhou Quan.

Pippen looked at Jordan, who was kneeling like a sheep in front of the iron fist, and couldn't help cursing in his heart: "The postman can't withstand his punch. Are you rushing to kill him? He is a professional, and you can beat him too." A rookie, but is he an ordinary rookie?"

Grant actually had a kind of pleasure in his heart, Michael Jordan, you are as majestic as you were when you bullied me today, and now you are kneeling in front of the iron fist, do you think you have any shame?
(End of this chapter)