February 1, 1997

The Pistons have a record of 25 wins and 18 losses, ranking eighth in the Eastern Conference.

Current situation: Four consecutive losses.

Existing attributes: 50000.

In the first game in February, the Pistons beat the East's strong rival Hornets at home, ending a frustrating four-game losing streak.

On the eve of the game, Collins and his players broke out in a fierce conflict.

The object of the conflict was Buckley whom he rebuilt with him not long ago.

Collins, who suffered four consecutive defeats, saw Barkley cutting corners while training and taking the lead in being lazy. His anger was uncontrollable, and he opened fire on him.

"We don't need lazy stars!"

"Then trade me!"

"You are the general manager, you can do this and trade me!"

Barkley took the initiative to tell the deal, and he was full of confidence because Collins could not trade him at all, and this was not something he could decide alone.

Collins, who was raving in anger, vowed to send Barkley away before the deal deadline.

You know, this is the only move he can do in the offseason, and now he is going to destroy it himself?

With Mark Jones and other undercover actors who were sting inside and outside, this news naturally spread like wildfire. In less than an hour, the whole of Detroit knew about this. The news was like the wind, spreading farther and farther away, and soon it blew throughout the league.

“The most thought-provoking things this season.”

"What will Dennis Rodman be suspended for the game after his return?"

"Can the Bulls win another 70?"

“When will this soap opera in Detroit end?”

It was in this context that they welcomed the Hornets who were determined to take advantage of the situation at home. As a result, they did not give their opponents any chance, scored 132 points in the game, ending the game with a refreshing massacre in front of all the spectators.

That night, in order to prove to Collins that he could dominate the game without serious training, with the help of his teammates, Barkley scored 40 points and 24 rebounds.

"I'm 34 years old. I'm not saying I'm old, but I'm really close to that." Barkley said in an interview with Detroit's most influential TV station. "You can't let me finish the hard training while playing such a great game."

Barkley didn't specify who he was talking about, but everyone knew what he was talking about.

"Coach, what do you think of Charles' performance tonight?"

Journalists are born to be a group that is not afraid of big things, so they deliberately asked a question that embarrasses Collins.

As for Collins, his answer was stiff: "That's why he's so great, and I believe he can perform like this every day."

These words sound like praise of Barkley, but in fact they have another meaning: every night.

What kind of monster can play such a game every night?

Mo Mengchen washed his face, and he needed to change his mind and take a rest.

Barkley proposed to relax in a nightclub, but he refused because he was going to Grand Rapids to attend the trial tomorrow. Ephraim's patent case has now reached a critical stage, and the preparations he made are about to be put into it one by one.

Back at home, Mo Mengchen entered the bathroom to prepare for a shower.

Turn on the shower and turn on the system by the way. With the reward of this game tonight, he now has 51,000 attribute points.

It's time to update the properties.

He scratched the template and opened the property bar.

Over the past two months, through daily training, some of his attributes have also been slightly improved.

First, the back control power increased from 45 to 50.

The mid-range shot rose from 51 to 53.

The middle distance of the dribble emergency stop increased from 48 to 50.

Three-point shooting increased from 71 to 74.

The open three-point shot rose from 66 to 68.

The core strength has risen from 61 to 64.

As for those defensive attributes that were ignored in rookie seasons, they all improved to varying degrees, and the defensive pressure was the most obvious, with 30 to 40 - although it was very low.

Now he needs to use the 51,000 on his body for greater enhancement.

First, he increased his mid-range shot from 53 to 60, spending 9,000 attribute points.

Then the horizontal movement speed was increased from 85 to 90, which was a huge cost and 22,000 was killed in one go.

Too scary this...

However, at this point, his transverse speed can be considered first-class.

There are 20,000 attribute points left.

He decided to increase the linear speed, which is a little more needed to improve next. His linear speed is only 42, which is too bad.

He spent all the attribute points and increased the linear speed to 53.

Finally, he closed the attribute adjustment interface.

His total evaluation rose to 72.

The process is slow, but at least it has made progress.

“It’s time to sleep.”

Mo Mengchen felt extremely tired from the beginning of the season to now. He just wanted to rest. When he woke up tomorrow, he found that his attributes were only a fraction of them. I wonder if he would feel lost?

Recently, he has lost a lot of games. Although it is artificial and he is willing to do so, this objectively reduces the income from attribute points, because this damn system has a rule that once you lose, the return will be reduced by half.

With an irritable mood, Mo Mengchen closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day

Grand Rapids

After the operation, Mo Mengchen rushed to the airport. In order to participate in the trial, he had to miss the afternoon training.

"Mo, there is good news, do you want to hear it?"

Aaron Bennett had already handled everything in Grand Rapids, and after Mo Mengchen arrived, he was also responsible for picking up and dropping off.

"Are you sure it's good news?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Benny Tat said, "Yes, didn't the patient who overreacts to drugs decide to speak out for his own justice with our help a while ago?"

Mo Mengchen remembers this, which is a key part of the entire plan.

"So," Mo Mengchen said.

"He succeeded, Tefdanra didn't want to make things worse. They chose to stop reconciliation and secretly paid him 100,000 yuan in settlement." Bennett smiled.

"So generous, one hundred thousand." Mo Mengchen said, "What do you think we should do?"

Bennet said selflessly: "How can such a sinful thing be allowed to ferment him? No! Absolutely not! We should stop this behavior. Therefore, my suggestion is to let him disclose it to the media, and then pay back Tefdanla's 100,000 and close-up. In order to repay his justice, we will pay him a 300,000 yuan justice fund!"

Mo Mengchen laughed out loud. This was the first time he had laughed so happily since Barkley said the famous saying "Die and rest..." on the court.

"I suddenly realized that you are more suitable to be an assistant than Amier." Mo Mengchen smiled.

How dare Bennett have such thoughts: "Please don't say that, if Amire knew about this, he would have killed me."

"Don't be afraid, what can she, a weak woman, do to you?" Mo Mengchen said, "Take out some of the spirit of a usurper!"

Weak woman?

Bennett has seen Medela play a rough look at the gangster. If that is also called a weak woman, all women on this planet should be slipping into the ranks of weak women.

After hearing Mo Mengchen's comment on Medela, Bennett was basically sure that his boss certainly didn't know Medela's darkest secret - I hope he would never know that Medela's skills could beat him to retire in minutes.

Bennett drove the car out of court.

In the car, he took out the disguised tool.

“Everything is ready.”

Mo Mengchen took over the disguise tool.

Beard, wig, glasses.

I believe that as long as you wear these three things, you will never be able to recognize Mo Mengchen unless you are a person who is extremely familiar with him.

"I'll be assured when you do your business."

Although Bennett could not do anything big, he was well-behaved in all these small things and never made any mistakes.

"They are already ready to go to the court. Are we going in now?" Bennett asked.

Mo Mengchen said, "No, the time has not come, wait."

Mo Mengchen deliberately waited until on time before getting off the bus with Bennett. He didn't want anyone to see him.

After waiting for a while, he entered the court with Bennett. At this time, the whole audience stood up and provided them with solid cover.

Momonchen and Bennett sat at the end.

They saw Ephraim and her defendant, the legendary angel, Emery Hall.

In terms of appearance, the title of angel is somewhat incorrect.

It should be said that, the Black Angel Emery Hall.

This looks too dark.
Chapter completed!