Chapter 200: The toughest person

"This guy is too arrogant."
On the Pistons' side, it wasn't Mo Mengchen or Houston that got angry first, but Hill, who seemed to have the best temper.
"What do you want to do?" the teammate asked.
Hill said: "I want to do something special."
He said while raising his eyebrows, Mo Mengchen still didn't know what he wanted to say: "Why don't I give you the ball directly, you play it yourself?"
"Very good, I like it, ISO!" Hill smiled confidently.
So that's it, Mo Mengchen gave up the ball and stood on his own.
Van Exel sneered: "So you can't even touch the ball in the Pistons? What a pity, even a guy like you can be elected the best of the week? The league is really blind!"
Van Exel, just 25 years old this year, has a junior high school student's face.
But his baby face is not the kind-looking child face of Lin Zhiying or Curry.
He made Mo Mengchen want to have a plastic surgery on him like this, although he wouldn't do it.
Even if his surgery fails, the effect will not be uglier than it is now, so he thinks he can give it a try, just don’t know what Van Exel intended?
Hill's heads-up was rejected by O'Neill's hat.
The process is like this. Devil Mountain stepped past Byron Scott who entered the final year of his career and entered the penalty zone to deduct it. Duke was very angry.
O'Neal's life is the most outside dunk on his head, he would rather block you with the most brutal foul, and do not want others to do prestige on his head.
This round is the same.
When Hill wanted to attack, O'Neal jumped and drove his ball out of bounds like a tyrant. Fortunately, the two did not lose their balance. He hit the ball firmly on the ball.
"Cappa!"
Hill looked back, applauding Mo Mengchen.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for the ball out of bounds." Mo Mengchen clapped his hands blankly.
Hill said angrily: "We are teammates, are you actually gloating?" "No scourge, I am fortunate for the ball out of bounds." Mo Mengchen could not control his smile.
"You are laughing!"
"No."
"You just have!"
"Okay, I laughed."
What do you want?
Mo Mengchen went to the outside station for a stop, Hill was angry and could only go out to serve.
He deliberately did not give Mo Mengchen tactics, hoping that other people would come to get the ball, but without Mo Mengchen's command, this group of rough men could not run out of decent tactics.
"Damn, I really don't want to pass him the ball."
Mo Mengchen was standing two meters away from the three-point line, and Van Exel was in front of him. In this case, to give him the ball, a long-range missile-level precise hanging pass was required.
I can!
That lore pass in the NCAA final made Hill always confident when facing such a pass. He looked at Mo Mengchen and threw the ball hard.
Van Exel jumped out with all his strength, trying to intercept the ball, but he couldn't touch anything, and he was humiliating himself.
"Damn bastard, come on!" Van Exel growled.
"Shut up, ugly pig!"
As soon as Mo Mengchen's voice fell, he directly pulled a 3-pointer.
"NO!"
Hill yelled out, this kind of ball is simply a nonsense!
There are only three reasons why Mo Mengchen threw such a ball: Van Exel's height of 185, 185's height dare to put him two meters? Although two meters away from the three-point line...but he feels good tonight.
"Uh!"
"Seeing your ugly face, my hand feels inexplicably good." Mo Mengchen continued to attack Van Exel's appearance.
Pig is ugly enough, Mo Mengchen also added an ugly word.
It is difficult to find words that are more insulting than this.
Fan Madman was irritated, he yelled.
"Prest!"
Mo Mengchen commanded on the spot and pointed to a position to put the giant in position.
He angered Van Exel, and just couldn't prevent others. Targeted defense is extremely important at this moment.
The angry Fan Maniac couldn't see his teammates at all, and O'Neill had no plans to take the position. Only at this moment would he miss his time as a teammate with Pence.
Because in any case, Penny always puts him first.
Only when his hand feels awkward, the magical No. 1 will open the personal mode, they each have a great future, and all have the ability to become a strong side.
At this moment, O'Neill missed his former partner more than once.
"boom!"
"Good hat! From Prest!"
The height of 224 cm can also play a role at this moment. Mo Mengchen picked up the ball and disregarded the extremely angry Van Exel and sent a long pass to the frontcourt.
"Easy!"
Houston catches the dunk.
The Pistons reintroduced a wave of 5 to 5.
Then it’s Houston’s turn to spray garbage:
If you are still alive last month, we will mince you tonight!

"Just like that! Dry the Lakers!"
Little Dura was originally a dual fan of the Pistons and Lakers. Due to the existence of a disaster star around him, he completely lost his way.
"Very well, it seems that the Lakers can consider recovering the VIP season ticket in your hand." The man next to Little Dura said angrily.
Little Dura sprayed back angrily: "Go to you! That season ticket was bought by me for real money. Why should I recycle it?"
O'Neill wouldn't just watch these guys dominate the ball and let go. He yelled and let them pass the ball.
Van Exel just got a little above, and now has to obey the ball obediently.
"It seems you are the one without the ball." Mo Mengchen mocked, "Does your ugly boar have any autonomy?"
"If you don't shut up again, I will get rid of you tonight!" Van Exel roared.
At this time, O'Neill pushed Lauderdale, hit a small hook hit, very easy.
"I need to hit him." Mo Mengchen said to Hill.
Hill asked, "Why?"
"It's good for us to get that guy out of control." Mo Mengchen said.
Hill had no objection, and the ball was delivered to Mo Mengchen.
Seeing Mo Mengchen holding the ball again, Van Exel's eyes were red, and it was a mess to come up. How could the referee let go of this action, the whistle beeped straight.
Van Exel growled constantly.
Mo Mengchen pulled on his clothes and sneered: "Not only do you look like a pig, you have the same head structure as a pig, and you all say that creatures are moving forward. How do I think your IQ is not as good as the cavemen?"
"Fuck you!"
Van Exel gave Mo Mengchen an elbow in front of everyone.
The referee quickly gave him a T.
Strangely, no one came to help, but Van Exel’s teammates quickly pulled him away to avoid escalation.
Silver Fox Harris had to replace Van Exel with two fouls first.
Before he got off the court, Mo Mengchen walked to his side, pushing him provocatively with his chest.
Everyone's heart mentioned his throat.
What does he want to do?
Mo Mengchen's teammates were a little scared, and there was nothing this guy didn't dare to do.
Would he come back in revenge in public?
"If your ugly pig with low IQ still has the guts to play, just now..." Mo Mengchen leaned close to Van Exel's ear, "I will give it back three times."
As soon as his voice fell, Mo Mengchen hit him again with his chest.
Still provocative, no one dared to step forward.
Van Exel suffocated extremely, but did not dare to fight back.
After the end, he kicked the stool and snarled.
"Did you see it? Only stupid pigs with degraded IQ will kill their stools. Humans always reason with their fists. I hope you don't learn from him." Mo Mengchen said to his teammates.
Apart from Hill, the other three nodded.
Houston half-cursed his idiot.
This is a madman, why do you learn him?
This is an episode, and Vinier Johnson said: "A typical Dor. Mo moment-who is the most talented person on the field? It is Shaq; who is the most favored person on the field? It is Grant; So who is the toughest person on the field? There is no doubt that he is. He always declares his toughness in various ways. He just wants to let us know in this way that he is such a person."
"Two free throws."
The referees are used to this happening to Mo Mengchen.
Strangely, it seems that every luck is his opponent, is he really innocent?
I'm afraid it won't happen~EbookFREE.me~ Just that venomous mouth...If Stern promulgates the rules of spraying garbage one day, Mo Mengchen might not be able to play a game for five minutes.
"Uh!"
"Uh!"
Mo Mengchen made two free throws, overtaking the score.
They still have the ball.
Mo Mengchen took the ball in one hand and shook with the other: Shaker Tactics No. 2!
"Alan Houston takes the ball!"
"Voted!"
"Three hits!"
"10 to 5!"
"The Pistons beat the Lakers 10 to 5 in two minutes!"