If the scalpel is activated at that position, the end point is the upper left side of the free throw line.

That position happened to be one of the most accurate points Houston has shot.

It's certainly possible.

Mo Mengchen thought to himself, raised his right hand and recognized the tactic, so the others began to move around at a very fast speed and each performed his duties.

In just four seconds, Houston ran out of the opportunity and Mo Mengchen threw it into his hands.

“Duang!”

Opportunities are good, but the touch is not favorable.

It was the Lakers' counterattack again.

"Go to die, you idiots!"

Fan Crazy Man took the lead, Mo Mengchen followed behind him, but he was too fast, and the gap between the two was gradually widened.

Van Exel rushed into the penalty area and made a double-handed dunk.

After landing, he roared wildly: "Did these two rounds remind you of the game last month? Bitches!"

“!#!@#..."

The format is wrong, fans can provide support to the team in this way.

But this cannot cover up the Lakers' confidence in opening, and they scored a 5-0 start.

"Damn it, just shoot a goal." Xiao Dura muttered.

Davidson and Poser both took it seriously, but the man next to Dura was not optimistic about the Pistons at first. Although he held the Pistons season ticket, this was from the previous generation. He just visited politely tonight.

If he really wants to choose a team to support him, he will definitely support the Lakers.

"I am very foreseeable, the Lakers' talent is far above the Pistons, and this game is difficult to play," he said.

Dura Jr. said angrily: "You are sitting in this position to support the Lakers? Bill, if I were you, I wouldn't be able to bear it. Such a person should be knocked out by the security guard!"

"It's okay, I'm very happy that you can come." Davidson didn't want to intervene in the dispute between the two.
Chapter completed!