A war is taking place in the basketball court of Cahilda Club.

Starkhouse started like a fire, knocking Mo Mengchen away in an instant, rushing into the basket and dunked.

Then, he shouted at Mo Mengchen: "Australian, come and guard me again!"

"Jerry, you've gotten over."

David Robinson and Momontchen were on the team, and he was very dissatisfied with Starkhouse's hostile offense and trash talk.

"Control yourself, old guy!" Starkhouse was already on the verge of his head, and he didn't care who this guy who stood up for Mo Mengchen was.

Mo Mengchen stood up. If he was playing a regular game, Starkhouse's move just now was undoubtedly a foul.

"Is your strength that bad?" Barkley asked.

Mo Mengchen said: "No."

"Why? Do you want to commit his foul? Please, there is no referee here!" Barkley didn't believe Mo Mengchen would be so naive.

Mo Mengchen just wanted to smile, not say why.

In this training camp, Mo Mengchen often plays the second position because he is tall enough.

Now, his teammates are Admirals, Barkley, Hill and Kevin Johnson.

Opposite are Tim Hardaway, Starkhouse, Jordan, Pippen and Morning.

Marbury, Walker and others stood alone in the corner without a candidate.

Hardaway missed the confrontation because of his uncomfortable legs and feet.

"Damn it, that guy relied on his good relationship with that fat man to play a confrontation!" Walker was very dissatisfied with his defeat.

The two teams on the court have two captains, similar to the 2018 All-Star Game, where the two captains from the east and west select players, and Jordan and Barkley each lead a team.

Jordan chose Pipen first, while Barkley chose Momonchen first.

It is not that strange that Mo Mengchen was selected. If Barkley hadn't started first, Jordan might have chosen him away.

"There is no referee here to save you!"

Starkhouse squeezed Momonchen into the corner and pushed his butt, trying to knock him away.

"Thank you for reminding me."

At this moment, Mo Mengchen turned around and removed his strength, and Starkhouse hit nothing. At the same time, Mo Mengchen waved his elbow and hit his armpit hard.

Starkhouse fell to the ground and twitched Momond ran towards the inside, pointing to the sky.

Johnson threw a high pass.

Everyone thought it was an empty hookup, but Mo Mengchen did not jump with all his might. He just jumped to a height where he could touch the ball and pointed at the position where the Admiral was.

David Robinson yelled in a low voice when he took the ball, Alonzo Moening could not stop him and allowed him to dunk him.

"This ball is so beautiful, Mo!" The Admiral praised.

Barkley shouted, "You don't even see who covers it!"

Robinson buckles beautifully, but Mo Mengchen felt that there seemed to be some problems with his waist, and he would rub it every time he did intense movements.

It was definitely not a habitual action, but a certain pain that drove Robinson to do this, which could relieve the pain.

The response came soon.

Jordan grabbed the ball with one hand, and after riding alone, he scored in the air with Robinson's blocking hand-changing rod.

"I'll give you this ball back, bastards!"

Jordan's teammates are completely a foil. This kind of high-intensity game that lasts not long is Jordan's favorite, and he always devotes his best performance.

In this game alone, Mo Mengchen saw him score several goals that would be repeated countless times in the official game.

"You're here again, are you?"

Starkhouse had no show to sing around a group of stars, so he could only spread his anger on Mo Mengchen.

"Yes, I can't help but want to show off when I see you, my poor worm. They believe me, do your teammates believe you?"

Mo Mengchen first stabbed Starkhouse in his heart, turned around, took the ball from the outside, changed direction, and actually drifted Jordan past.

"Good ball!"

After changing direction, Mo Mengchen stepped up one after another and rushed straight to the basket, with a very fast speed.

Mo Mengchen stood up and jumped, and a phantom flew out from the weak side. Starkhouse deserved the title of Jordan's successor, and this leap was completely beyond Mo Mengchen's ability to compare.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Barkley roared.

If Starkhouse blocked Momonchen, everyone would applaud him.

He didn't choose to block, he used a more rude way, and this was not for the ball at all.

He knocked Mo Mengchen away directly in the air.

Mo Mengchen couldn't find the balance, so he threw the ball out and flipped and swung it as his body fell rapidly, landed in a way with the least risk.

A loud sound.

"Mo!"

Hill went up to ask.

Barkley's eyes were like a knife: "You want to kill him? Why don't you bring a knife? Then I might look down on you!"

"That move is really dangerous." Kevin Johnson had done this move to others on the court, and he knew the dangers of this foul.

Mo Ning smiled and said, "The guys who came from North Carolina are not all good kids."

Jordan's face was ashen. This was the training camp he held. If someone was injured here, who would come in the future?

Starkhouse, this unopener of eyes, fell Mo Mengchen, but hit him in the face.

"I didn't mean it."

The stare at many superstars made Starkhouse feel guilty to the extreme.

"That's all?" Barkley was aggressive. "Do you have to say something?"

Starkhouse had heard of Barkley's infamy and he had no doubt that if he said the wrong thing, the fat pig would put him down on the spot.

"You did such an excessive thing, and it's over without intention? What else should you do?" Barkley said coldly.

Starkhouse saw Momonchen sitting on the ground, and he knew what he needed to do.

He could wave his sleeves and exit the training camp, but he couldn't do that.

He walked to Mo Mengchen and said reluctantly: "Sorry, Mo, I didn't mean it, how are you?"

"No need to apologize, it's like a dog can't change the food, and even if you apologize, you can't change anything."

Mo Mengchen said to others: "I think the game shouldn't be over yet?"

"You still want to fight?" Jordan asked seriously.

The Admiral said, "I suggest you go for a check, this matter is not careless."

"I am the best doctor in the world. I know my situation very clearly. That idiot wants to destroy me, but he failed. This is the fact. I want to continue, where are you?"

Starkhouse had no words to speak. He wanted to defend himself, but he just couldn't speak.

Mo Mengchen's aura is too strong. In front of these superstars, he does not have the weakness of his juniors at all. He is a fellow member of this group of people.

What's even more terrifying is that others don't feel at all inconsistent.

No one thought, “Is this guy too arrogant?”

"So, keep going." Jordan said.

Continue, of course.

If you don't continue, how can you call back from Starkhouse?

Let him do it for nothing? Mo Mengchen didn't want to wait until the regular season. If he wanted to take revenge, he had to take advantage of the present and when he was most angry.

Revenge is the most enjoyable under this situation.

Will those who endure for many years be revenged and get revenge really have any pleasure?

Starkhouse tripped over Momont Dust;

When he was in a position, Mo Mengchen's palm "inadvertently" waved on his face;

The last time, Mo Mengchen completely ended him.

After cutting out the ball, Momonchen shook Starkhouse, and without shooting, he directly elbowed his stomach.

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Anyway, there is no referee or camera, and things were also initiated by Starkhouse, so Mo Mengchen doesn't care.

"you!"
To be continued...