"Doctor Mo, this is a good start!"

Lorenta ran to the sidelines and waved his hand, ready to slap high.

Mo Mengchen slapped her little palm gently.

Lorenta had no smile, she slapped her high-five expressionlessly, and to others, she seemed to be dissatisfied with the ball.

Such a beautiful little girl shouldn't have no smile, but she is too young.

Moreover, when he thought about the difficulty and duration of the operation, Mo Mengchen immediately let go of this idea.

I don't think about this now.

Joe Smith walked continuously, hitting his butt, pushing Houston away and cutting out a three-pointer.

After Brelock passed the ball, Smith made a three-pointer.

"Swish!"

7 to 9

The Hawks were temporarily behind by three points, and Smith raised his arm proudly and demonstrated to Houston.

"It seems that you have a different relationship with that girl." Brelock asked close to Mo Mengchen's face, "She can't be your illegitimate daughter, right?"

Not only was Mo Mengchen not angry, he was shocked by this speculation: "You just made the guess based on this?"

“Is there any problem?”

Mo Mengchen passed the ball out and then said to Brelock: "So, I can also make a guess based on your appearance: Could you be Michael's illegitimate son?"

Brelock was furious. This speculation was not only nonsense, but also illogical.

He and Jordan are strictly considered to be in the same generation. What is a fucking illegitimate child?

It was at this time that Hill rushed into the basket, and a trolley avoided Mutombo's defense and made a layup.

"Don't be excited, I have a basis. Your appearance is the biggest basis. Unless you are biological, how could you look so similar? Haven't you ever thought about this possibility?"

Mo Mengchen said his inference lightly, which made Brelock even more angry.

"The fucking better you close your mouth!" Brelock took the ball and growled.

Some bitches are like this. They can make jokes about others and please themselves. Once others make jokes on him, they will turn against each other in minutes.

For such a person, if you can't beat him to death, let him disappear from your world.

"So you are angry with this speculation?" Mo Mengchen suddenly stepped forward and fought hard.

Brelock was almost knocked down, and the referee tightened the whistle in his mouth and could whistle at any time.

Brelock had no time to think about why Mo Mengchen's confrontation had improved so much, and he was only angry now.

Mo Mengchen was aggressive: "The reason for being angry is because you think so, right? You are Jordan's illegitimate son, he should be proud of you. A player as great as him should have a child who plays in the NBA, even if he is wild."

"Fuck you!"

Brelock broke forward, and his speed was as fast as thunder. He not only wanted to break through, but also made Mo Mengchen pay the price for his words. Therefore, he forgot how dangerous his opponent was and he did the most wrong thing.

The moment he broke through Mo Mengchen, Brelock arched fiercely at Mo Mengchen's stomach with his left hand.

"Swish!"

His elbows destroyed Mo Mengchen's pursuit and ended the attack with a jump shot in front of him.

"Let me hear, is there anything else you want to say with your stinky mouth?" Brelock roared.

Mo Mengchen gently rubbed his stomach and chuckled, "Since you want to play like this, don't stop. I'm looking forward to what will happen next."

Alan Houston was about to start praying for Brelock, and this time he didn't have time to advise his opponent to be kind, because the opponent suddenly attacked Mo Mengchen.

"Your mouth..." Hill didn't know what to say.

Mo Mengchen handed him the ball: "Next, you take the ball."

"What do you want to do?" Hill asked.

Mo Mengchen sneered: "What do you think?"

Hill also felt that he had asked an idiot question. He had known Mo Mengchen for so long, and he knew this person's character well.

He will definitely call back, absolutely.

"Doctor Mo, you need to score! You only scored 2 points now." Lorenta shouted.

Mo Mengchen gave her an OK gesture.

"Are you scared? I thought you were always brave. Let me see if you are really as difficult as the rumors." Brelock roared.

"Otis!"

This was the voice Thorpe most reluctant to hear.

He has almost become Mo Mengchen's gold medal thug. Although he has not taken many moves, as long as Mo Mengchen wants to commit an offense on the field, he will definitely ask him for help.

Who said that his pick-and-roll is of good quality and can also cause large-scale physical contact?

With such a large area of ​​physical contact, it would be understandable that Mo Mengchen's elbow accidentally hit any part of Brelock's body?

God testified that he really didn't mean it...

Hill has scored 9 points since the start of the game. Four minutes after the first quarter, his rotation time is about to come. He has to seize this opportunity to do something.

At this time, he saw Mo Mengchen.

In this second, Brelock was still pressing against Momonchen, and Thorpe was about to cover it.

Hill noticed elsewhere, and two seconds later, he heard Mo Mengchen's scream.

Devil Mountain looked to the left, and its clear pupils suddenly became wide open. What did he see? Brelock lay on the ground like a dead person, and Mo Mengchen ran out of the empty seat!

"Dor.Mo's three-pointer!"

"Hit!"

"You can't give him an open space! He is the most accurate shooter in the league. How can you let a person with 50% three-point shooting get an open space on the outside? This is unforgivable!"

"Wait, what's wrong with Muchi?"

The fans finally found Brelock lying on the ground.

So what happened? This was a real surprise. Mo Mengchen's original intention was to elbow on his belly, but Thorp's pick-and-roll position was too far outside. Not only did Brelock's stomach elbow, but his body lost balance, his head also hit Thorp's shoulder.

How can there be a reason not to fall down with such a heavy blow?

The live replay allowed the audience to clearly see the process of Thorpe's "inflict" and Mo Mengchen's elbow was perfectly covered up under his cover.

"Damn old guy! Get out of here!"

"It was intentional! This old bastard must have done it on purpose!"

"Otis Thorpe, you old dirty dog!"

Thorp really wanted to show his ambition by dying. He was not good at doing such "swearing words", but in the past two years, Mo Mengchen successfully packaged him as a bad guy.

In addition to this tonight, he couldn't wash it even if he jumped into the Ganges.

He looked at the culprit who caused all this. The bastard was still talking and laughing with the girl who was suspected of being paralyzed on the sidelines. The girl's "sister" sat next to her and looked at Mo Mengchen with a happy expression.

Damn it, I am a bad guy, I am scolded, I am notorious, but you pick up girls?

It's unreasonable!

Old Thorp put his hips on his hips in a sad way.

Suddenly, he felt someone was patting him on the back.

Old Thorpe looked at it, it was Hill.

My mother waved her hand and patted her on his chest a few times, which meant: Man, I understand you.

"Doctor Mo, you are 27 points away from breaking the record. Do you have confidence?" Lorenta asked.

This is the first time Mo Mengchen is concerned about scores so much. In fact, he hopes that Lorenta will see his performance in other aspects. Unfortunately, the little girl only recognizes the score.

"Yes..." Mo Mengchen was not sure.

Bosser said: "No need to force it."

"No, I'll do my best." Mo Mengchen finally slapped Lorenta again, then turned around and walked into the field.

He saw Brelock coming off the court with the help of his teammates, and he needed some checks. He might come back and continue playing the game, and he might not play. It depends on whether his condition is serious or not.

Unlike the audience cursing Thorpe in unison, the Hawks players know who was the culprit that caused it all.

They looked at Mo Mengchen in unison, with their faces not looking good.

There is anger, hatred and fear in their eyes, and no one wants such a thing to happen to them.

They preconceived that Momonchen hurt Brelock in order to win the game, and no one knew he was fighting back.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't care.

The image of a villain can better protect himself.
To be continued...