This point guard is great

Chapter 65

"Looking for you..." Odom handed the phone to Artest with a look of grief and indignation.

The little beast who is now in a state of desperation is holding a wine bottle in his hand, and is trying to figure out how to open it with his bare hands: "Thanks."

You are so polite.

Odom twitched the corner of his mouth and sat to the side. Now Artest is obviously drunk, and the opponent is very difficult. Let's see how to solve it. Anyway, the bottom line is not to hand over these two b things.

Odom and Artest, who have lived in this environment since they were young, are naturally terrified of such incidents.

"Hey, what are you..., I'll wipe it!" Artest almost ate the phone, and looked at his friend with a frantic expression, as if saying, 'You betrayed me! ? '

The corner of Odom's mouth twitched, almost jumping up to fight Artest for [-] rounds.

It was Ma Hong who explained on the phone, of course in the tone of a godfather. In this version, Ma Hong's influence has spread all over the United States. Looking for someone, the small-hearted, big-mouthed Ma Hong properly demonstrated his supernatural powers.

It's over, Artest is half sober from the wine right now.

Mahon on the other side was very satisfied with the effect: "Ron, I trusted you, gave you a chance, and even saved you from prison, but how did you repay me? You sent me to the hospital in a friendly match, and now my head seems to have been filled with sea water. At this critical moment, you are still trying to escape."

Oh my god... Artest's little heart is pounding, what kind of tone is this?
The current Mahon reminds him of the Mexican restaurant that his parents would never allow him to enter when he was a child. It was a stronghold of drug dealers, gangsters, and city kings.

"You, what do you want? Listen to me, look..."

Ron Artest is ready to mortgage his property to see if he can save his life.

Ma Hong on the other side of the phone interrupted him directly: "Ron, are we still teammates?"

???

"Of course, hey, of course we're teammates."

Artest couldn't figure out Mahon's train of thought, but it certainly wouldn't hurt to admit it at this time.

In the hospital, a coin spins freely between Mahon's fingers (the doctor took his ball and left him to rest.)
"Well, Ron, since we're sitting on a boat and eating a pot of rice, I can forgive you."

I rub, and this surprise, before Artest is excited, Ma Hong continued.

"When I forgive you, I mean I won't put you in concrete and bury you in the foundation of a building in Chicago, but Ron, you did something wrong and you have to pay for what you did."

I knew it!Artest grieved and opened the wine bottle in his hand with his teeth.

According to the rules of the road, he must at least hand over two fingers. For a player, this is too terrible. He is not a fierce man like Nine Finger Green. Without his fingers, he will not be able to play in the future, right?
"I, I can't give you my finger, Red Horse. Believe it or not, I can't live without basketball. You, if you have any other requests, just ask, and I will definitely agree."

Artest's silent appearance made Odom feel distressed as a good friend.

At this moment, Odom was even going to look for the big shots in the team to see if there was any hope of getting someone with status to negotiate with Mahon. In the United States, a golden pistol can actually explain a lot of things.

You are like Artest and Odom, they are rich enough to buy a gun, even a small arsenal is fine, but if you get gold and try it, someone will check the water meter every minute.

Every region and every era has its rules. Both Artest and Odom were once considered as people who went astray. It is precisely because they have seen each other that they feel more fearful.

Well?finger?

A bunch of inexplicable cats (pictures) appeared in Ma Hong's head. Why do I want your fingers?

Ignoring the brains of the big black brother, Ma Hong directly threw out his request.

On the other side, Artest was taken aback, that's it?
Saying goodbye to each other, Artest put down the phone in a daze, dropped the wine bottles in his hand to the ground, and the expensive drinks directly scrapped a newly bought wool carpet by Odom.

But now is not the time to talk about carpets and drinks. Odom said nervously: "What does he want? No matter what organ he wants, we can't give him. Tell him, we can give him money, a lot of money. I still have money. Brand must have more. We will definitely get through this difficulty."

Artest raised his head silently: "Money is useless, ah no, I didn't mean that, I mean, he didn't ask for money, nor did he ask for any of my accessories."

Artest originally wanted to say that money was useless, but seeing his friend's frightened eyes for a moment, his clever head exploded and changed his words in an instant, otherwise he would have given his friend a heart attack.

"I don't want money, and I don't want your stuff, so what does he want?" Odom wondered.

It can't be your body, it's too heavy taste.

Odom's habitual thinking diverged, but fortunately Artest was a little thankful and puzzled at this time: "He asked me to play and practice according to what he said, no questioning, no asking questions, this time will last for a whole season, and let me return to Chicago before tomorrow morning."

"That's all?" Odom said I don't believe it.

Artest also had a question mark on his forehead. When the two of them were in a daze, Odom suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "No, this guy must be connected to the underground organization that gambles!"

"Underground? Gambling?"

Odom said seriously: "That's right, don't look at the regular odds for the games we play, but there are many more cruel bets in the underground world. The Red Horse must have connections with this group of people. He wants to buy or control enough players and let you go according to his arrangements, so that he can make a lot of money in other markets!"

"Can it still be like this?"

The more these two weirdos talked, the more they felt that this was true. Regardless of the fact that Chicago lost more than 60 games last year, whoever is going to control Chicago's black market must export all their underwear.

Artest left Los Angeles overnight with tears in his eyes, and hurried away as soon as he answered the sentence.

If it wasn't for only one season, Artest was ready to run away. Now he seems to see his tragic end in being forced to play black balls, oppressed, enslaved, and become a money-making tool for the underworld.

Taizi walked away, leaving Odom alone as a friend.

Sad and energetic, he even picked up the phone and made an appointment. Anyway, he would definitely not be able to fall asleep at this point, so what are you doing in a daze, don't waste the good night, wake up and hi.

(Happy growth is about to get stuck, ah bah, it’s about to start, I humbly ask how many centimeters do you want the protagonist to grow? The limit is within 10, because my addition and subtraction will count this, proud.)
(End of this chapter)