Forward to the basket

Everyone was shocked by this crazy driving style, and they didn't wake up until a guy who was still naked from the driver's building jumped out of the heavy truck.

"Williams! You idiot! Don't tell me you've lost the damn match! If you lose, I'll wring your head off your neck!"

The perpetrator who attracted everyone's attention yelled loudly at the bench in Queens as he quickly passed through the slightly crowded stands.

Just like the state when this guy was driving the truck crazily just now, even though the car stopped now, he still looked very wild.

A strong breath rushed towards the more than 2000 stunned fans.

Although the entire stadium covers a small area, not everyone can guarantee that their voices will be heard by everyone.

But this unconventional macho seemed to be able to easily make everyone hear every word he said. The thick voice was like the truck horn he blew just now.

Loud and with an irresistible penetrating power, it will remind you that there is a very cool guy who has come to your side.

The audience, who had just been shocked by the hurricane's speed, were now moved to their nerves by this guy's gorgeous appearance.

Because at this time, people can see the appearance of this guy clearly.

Unlike the yellow skin of those black boys, at first glance, it is obvious that he is of Asian descent, but these people around the venue at this moment will definitely not laugh at him because of his skin color.

This is New York, and while there is racism, no one would risk it right now.

In fact, this kind of quietness is also normal, unless you really want to court death.

Otherwise, will you provoke a big guy who is obviously over two meters tall and has sturdy muscles at this time?

It was really a body made of sinewy flesh full of toughness, with sharp edges and corners.

You can clearly feel from those muscles how powerful it is.

Those who can be shirtless in this kind of weather where the temperature has just warmed up to above zero are either idiots playing performance art, or a macho man like the one in front of him who is already strong to the bone.

The bald man didn't seem to care about the slightly breezy weather at all, and his strong muscles seemed to be a piece of cake to block the cold.

This fierce guy is different from those common Asians, with a shiny bald head, shining in the sun.

Although he has yellow skin and looks like an Asian, he has sturdy muscles and a not-so-kind bald head.

The facial features of the bald macho are piled up, which doesn't match up with the wise and powerful. It can only be said that it is more pleasing to the eye, without the feeling of being fierce and overwhelming, but with a body of strong muscles, it is completely a standard macho model.

But his eyes are always the most unforgettable. They are so bright that people dare not look directly at them.

In those eyes, there seemed to be a vitality that no one dared to underestimate, as sharp as a knife.

If this guy was born in ancient times, he would be a standard template for a hero in the wild.

No matter how you look at it, this guy doesn't look like a law-abiding citizen.

It is indeed in line with the driving style he had just driven so fast.

Indeed, what law-abiding citizen have you ever seen drive a heavy truck to F1 speeds in the heart of New York?

Some people even wondered if there were countless wronged souls lying under this guy's wheel.

"Damn it, Chen! You're half an hour late! Why don't you come tomorrow!"

A black kid who had just stood up on the bench in Queens jumped and yelled at the shirtless bull, and the group of guys around him also had expressions of contempt on their faces.

Perhaps only this group of Queen Street players can maintain a normal expression, and when the rest of them see this guy appearing, they still have a feeling of being in shock.

"Williams, if you could double the width of the streets of New York! I should have been here two fucking hours ago! Need to speed to get here like now!"

"I don't know how much trouble this speeding will cause! Maybe I will go in and squat for a few months, and you will support me then!"

The big guy called Chen by the little black guy didn't lower his voice. Instead, he grabbed a team uniform representing Queens from someone else and put it on, cursing the New York Department of Transportation in an indignant tone. Some aspect of the life of the Chief is not harmonious.

"With less than 9 minutes left, we are still [-] points behind! This is the consequence of your lateness! If you lose the game, you will be cursed by the group of guys in the wine for a year!", the one named Williams The guy, still scolding the big guy with a look of exasperation.

"Chen, you let go of our pigeons for half an hour! If you lose today, you will lose all our bets!", except for Williams, those next to him were suppressed by the Brooklyn team for half an hour There are still many Queen Street players on the sidelines.

"You guys! You guys are all made of mud, and you went to the red light district last night to make your feet weak! You actually let the grandchildren in Brooklyn lead so much!"

Just now it was the black kid called Williams by the big guy who was jumping and yelling, but now it has directly evolved into this macho big guy named Chen standing on the sidelines and cursing.

Especially when he heard Queen Street was fourteen points behind, waving his big hands and roaring angrily.

Chen seemed to be ignoring the referees around him, as well as those Brooklyn opponents.

Instead, he opened his mouth wide, pointed with one finger at the few Queens players who were still on the court, and sprayed spit stars wantonly. That posture was like a large watering can.

"What's going on here? Internal strife? Who is this kid? Why is he here? Could it be that he is a player from Queens? Why haven't I seen this guy? It won't be those wild boys from Queens who invite him outside Foreign aid coming?"

The "Duke of Tango" who finally came to his senses put the two hundred dollars back into his pocket in a timely manner.

And Jerry, who had a mean smile on his face just now, didn't seem to continue to collect debts, because the attention of the two old ruffians was also attracted by the big man posing in the shape of a watering can.

Rao, the two of them, local snakes who have spent half their lives in Rock Park, have never seen such a ferocious appearance. The sudden appearance of a big man short-circuited everyone's nerves.

Just like the question marks continuously popping up in the duke's mind, everyone seemed to be watching someone from outside the sky for such a big man who was so fierce even when he appeared on the stage.

At this moment, all the stands around the stadium, including the players on the field, focused their attention on this big man who was still on the sidelines and was about to drown people with spitting stars.

Only the one being watched didn't have this self-awareness. He nagged and scolded those players in Queens, as if he was training his son on his own kang.

"My god, you guys! You are fourteen points behind! Why don't you die! The game is over with less than 9 minutes left, do you really think I am God! Or do you think those Brooklyn guys on the opposite side are pigs? Yes Let me chop it up and use it as minced meat? How can I play this game!"

The big man continued to spray firepower at those poor guys in Queens, and this time he used strafing shots. Not only were the unlucky guys in front of him instantly killed, but also the people in Brooklyn Shot while lying down.

But this time it wasn't the turn of the Brooklyn supporters and the players who were rolling up their arms and sleeves to make trouble. Someone was already annoyed before them.

"Hey, that big man! Either you Queens decide to make a substitution, or you just stay on the bench and don't delay the continuation of the game! It was an accident just now, but now you have to decide whether to continue playing!"

The first to get angry were the three referees on the field. The game was supposed to end in less than 9 minutes.

Now it has been interrupted for a few minutes due to the sudden intrusion of this unknown guy.

These three guys who hold the power of life and death have now given an ultimatum to this tough man very seriously. If you are a player, you can either play on the court or squat for me on the bench!

After finishing this game, I have to go back to pick up the kids from school. I don't have the time to grind my teeth with you all the time!

"Fight! Why not fight! If I lose, I have to pay those drunkards a hundred dollars. I don't have that much spare money in my pocket!"

The bald man, who had already put on the Queens uniform, answered in a hurry, as if he would lose the one hundred dollars if he responded a second late.

But his words completely blew up the players and fans in Brooklyn.

I wipe, how to drop, listen to this guy's tone, as if he still thinks Queens will win this game?

With a gap of [-] points and a completely one-sided game, could it be possible that just because of his appearance as a bald macho, he could save the situation?

Is he dreaming?Or did we not wake up?

But before they had time to release their accumulated anger, the big man had already walked onto the court.

And he was replaced by Wesley, who played the power forward position in Queens before and scored the most points, that player who was well-known in Rock Park.

Without Wesley's constant support on the court, the gap on the scoreboard would be at least [-] points.

Substituting the offensive point with the most stable scoring, is this self-defeating?

This kind of substitution made the guys in Brooklyn feel at a loss.

"Either those guys in Queens are totally nuts, or the big guy is a miracle worker."

When everyone else was at a loss, only the duke was a little eager to move in his heart.

Since the duel between Alston and Black Widow has become a thing of the past, Rock Park has always lacked something exciting to appear.

At this moment, the Duke faintly felt that something was about to happen.

As for the questions that linger in his mind, let's put them aside for the time being. He is more concerned about what will happen in less than 9 minutes.

Anyway, judging by the way it is now, that bald man must be a contestant representing Queens.

It doesn't matter whether it's temporary help from outside. If people in Queens don't want to cause controversy after the game, they won't be so stupid to hire mercenaries.

What's more, whoever hired mercenaries didn't invite those famous players, but such an inexplicable guy. Even for a moment, the Duke thought that this bald man was here to make trouble.

The bald man finally played after putting on the jersey, but his shape is still very strange. After all, there are really not many people who can wear a team uniform like tights.

The ball suit, which was originally very loose, is now put on him, and it can only tightly hug those sharp muscles. You can even see the two bumps on his chest...

If this is a woman, it may be very sexy, but if you change it to a man with such a look, you will feel very weird, and you will feel a little nauseated.

Along with the bald-headed man, Williams, the black boy who jumped on the sidelines and expressed his anger at him for a long time, replaced the companion who had been tortured by "Hot Sauce".

"Plutocratic guy, he really thinks he's God? Win? To hell with him!"

Behind "Hot Sauce" Philip Chappein, a slightly annoyed voice sounded. It was obvious that he didn't like the bald man who promised to win.

"Harell, I always feel like I've seen that guy somewhere, but I can't remember it now. Since he dares to say it, we must guard against him. He has a strong body. Be careful not to let him in the paint. He took too much advantage."

Chapyin is a standard street basketball player. His personality is very arrogant, but this does not mean that he has no brains. After wandering back and forth between the street and the prison a few times, he is no longer a stunned young man.

What's more, people who hang out on the streets of New York and only know how to play basketball are probably eliminated by the rules of the streets.

A person who dares to speak loudly in front of more than 2000 people is either an idiot or he has real skills.

It is estimated that no one wants to be ashamed in front of more than 2000 fans.

Although he was out of alignment, Chapoin still wanted to remind his teammates not to let go of the bald man's man-marking. When leading, no one likes to lose a good game.

And Chapoin still doesn't think anyone can beat him on the street. After Alston, he is a veritable leader on the streets of New York. This is a reputation accumulated by victories.

"You're too careful, don't forget, I'm also the main insider in the and1 tour performance team. How strong can such a guy with unknown background be? A strong body doesn't mean he's great."

Longley Harrell, who stood behind Chaplin, was also a proud guy, and he did have the qualifications.

A player who can play the main force in the and1 tour team for four seasons already represents Harrell's ability. In the first three and 10 minutes of the game, he scored [-] points, [-] rebounds and [-] blocks. Several inside players in the area were ravaged by him to death.

This is still him playing leisurely. After all, the rhythm of the entire game has been controlled by Chapoin, and Harrell is not willing to steal the limelight from his old buddy.

If "Hot Sauce" is the most dazzling mvp on the field, then Harrell is the pinnacle of the Brooklyn side. His height of [-] meters completely controls the two restricted areas.

Scoring, rebounding, and restricting the opponent's inside from cutting to the basket, he has done everything.

"Hot Sauce" is a sharp knife, and Harrell is a shield, keeping the enemy out of the three-second zone.

When Wesley, the main insider on Queen Street, faced Harrell, it was just a situation of struggling.

If it wasn't for Wesley's relatively smooth hand today, he might have been blown away by the opponent long ago.

Could it be that Harrell, who is somewhat well-known in the United States, will be defeated in the face of this bald man who has been replaced?

At least Harrell himself thinks this is a big joke. Although the guy is very strong, Locke Park is not the ring of the American Wrestling WWE League. It is useless to be strong.

Don't say what Harrell thinks, anyway, no one in Brooklyn believes that this will come true, including Chapoin, who just casually reminded his companions.

"I will make those ignorant and arrogant people pay the price." Harrell uttered such a sentence when he saw the bald man walking by.

The sound was not loud, but it was enough for everyone around to hear it clearly, including the hunk who just walked by.

Harrell seems to want the opponent to hear what he said clearly, to irritate the opponent, or to intimidate him. This kind of psychological warfare is also a means of winning.

What's more, Harrell really didn't think highly of this macho man he had never seen before. Don't think that you can come out to fool people by dressing up.

"Who are you?" The guy called Chen turned around and asked Harrell inexplicably.

The bald man's reaction was the same as his appearance, and Harrell was taken aback. He almost subconsciously replied, "I'm Longley Harrell."

"Hmm... I'm really not familiar with it. I really haven't heard of this name, but I have a good habit of never wasting brain cells to remember the names of those who are defeated."

"My name is Chen Feng. This is a Chinese name that is a bit awkward for you. I just moved to Queen Street, and people I know are happy to call me Jack."

"I know, you will definitely say that you have never heard of this name, but it doesn't matter, I promise that after today, you will always remember what it represents."

Seeing Harrell's tendency to stare and get angry, the guy who called himself Chen Feng didn't seem to care at all, and he quickly answered a more ruthless sentence.

"You will soon know who is the one who has to pay the price. I hope you will not regret appearing on this field today. Hurry up and start. I'm in a hurry and I don't have time to talk to you! If you are a man, you will end." Don't you get bored after finishing this game and grinding your teeth here?"

What is supercilious?

The players and fans in Brooklyn have really seen it, including the two old ruffians on the sidelines.

"Where did this magical corner come from such a brave man who is not afraid of death?"

Now not only is the Duke faintly looking forward to it, but even the [-] or so fans watching the excitement in the stands are full of anticipation for this confrontation that was about to turn into garbage time.

It's just that some people want to watch a good show, while others want to see how miserably that big guy named Chen Feng is ravaged.

But many people have overlooked one thing, the person who is so flamboyant even when he appears on the stage, is he here to be trampled on?

(Continue to ask for support, tickets, and collections!!! New book, comrades, work hard! Chapter 3 will be released later!)