Chapter 345 The Chief Prodigal Son

After returning from Seattle, Mo Mengchen caught a cold and he stayed in the closed hotel for too long.

A cold caused his body's functions to degrade, but fortunately these deteriorations can be recovered.

It was also because of a cold that Mo Mengchen missed the game with the Philadelphia 76ers.

This is a wonderful game, and the most exciting thing is Iverson's explosion.

This elf-like guy galloped all over the game, scoring the highest 45 points of the season, leading the team to end the Pistons' winning streak, allowing the Pistons to swallow the sixth defeat next season, while leaving his declaration in Auburn Mountain.

"No matter how many times I can get high scores here, their defense is terrible."

At the post-match press conference, Iverson was also fearless in the face of the Motor City media, and expressed his ideas, successfully arousing public anger.

Mo Mengchen was also watching the game on the spot. The first game he was absent made fans miss it infinitely.

Fanatic fans were holding banners on the spot, with all kinds of disgusting words on them, and any sports fan would spit out the supper after seeing it.

Even Mo Mengchen felt uncomfortable after seeing it.

But in this game tonight, the Pistons lost a lot. Iverson's outbreak was one of the reasons for the loss, but the main reason was that everyone was not in shape.

If you don’t have the state, you won’t feel the way. How can you win if you can’t score a goal?

Barkley suggested going to a nightclub to relax, and everyone agreed, including Hill, a young man who never goes to such a dusty place.

"Dad, are you going?" asked Jerome Williams.

Mo Mengchen had never accompanied them to a nightclub. Today, Hill got into a wrong nerve and actually agreed. He had to obey: "I'm just going to see it."

"Just be willing to come. I'll take care of you once and I want to come for the second time!" Barkley laughed.

That is impossible.

As midnight comes, Detroit is no longer safe. The guests from the three major casinos come and go, some get rich overnight, some go bankrupt overnight, and countless nightclub clubs.

No wonder Dako Milicic, a European country bumpkin, lingered when he came here and became a nightclub in half a year.

For safety reasons, Mo Mengchen doesn't like to come to this place, but the fact is that these places are dangerous to the poor, and for NBA players, who can be considered rich, it is one of the few entertainment places in this place full of workers and machinery.

Barkley didn't care whether it was Mo Mengchen and Hill's first time to come to such a place, so he chose a service nightclub.

From the outside, this nightclub looks like an apartment, but once you open the iron door outside, you pass through the corridor guarded by the bodyguard, and enter the hall surrounded by colorful colors and metal music. The scene here changes color on the spot.

At first glance, there were about a dozen naked women on the stage, dancing striptease in an extremely warm room. They had no dignity and accepted all services. As long as the money was in place, nothing could be done. After all, a little further forward was a room that would allow guests to enjoy themselves.

It's like a high-end brothel.

"Everyone, please welcome the hero of this city - the Detroit Pistons with the warmest cheers!"

The guests had only booed because they lost tonight, but it was booed with kindness, with a little encouragement, and if they won, they would get warm cheers.

Bobby Jackson was very depressed. He was defending Iverson tonight, but was cut to a season high by the opponent. It can be said that he was very embarrassed.

"Bobby, you should learn doro once. If you can't help but make a ruthless foul, I don't believe that kid was a stunning man!" A middle-aged man with big beard said unwillingly. Obviously he watched the live broadcast.

The appearance of Mo Mengchen and Hill made the scene flood.

Who doesn't know that these are the two most valuable players in the Pistons? Needless to say, Hill is already a top star in the league and is usually well-behaved and has never had any negative news. Mo Mengchen is definitely the most famous NBA player among the active players, except Jordan.

"My friend, what song do you want to hear?"

The DJ at the scene was very good, and he seemed to be very familiar with Barkley, so he greeted him as soon as he arrived.

Barkley let him do whatever he wants, leave a tip, and then come back and sit down.

A bunch of people sat in a circle, and the girls on the stage began to show off their charm towards this position intentionally or unintentionally, which made other guests very dissatisfied.

"Damn, these guys are so arrogant after losing!" a drunkard said unhappily.

Aside him was a middle-aged man with a stubble face. Although his ungrateful appearance reduced his appearance a lot, as long as he was a good student, anyone could tell that this was a man with an idol star-like appearance.

"Dangdoro actually came to such a place to enjoy himself. What's the difference between him and us?" He sneered and poured a glass of wine and drank it all over.

The bearded drunk asked, "Didn't you say you know him? Why don't you say hello?"

"I really have to say hello to him, after all, I'm thankful for him to fall to this point!"

He was also sixty-six seconds drunk when he said this. He picked up a bottle of wine and walked towards Mo Mengchen.

At this time, Mo Mengchen sat in the middle and seemed out of place.

Even Hill shook his head to the music on the spot. His approach led others. These people were like wriggling crawlers, okay, they were like the Detroit dance king.

They closed their eyes and controlled the amplitude of movement as the music rose and fell.

The song was played for the last second, and their movements were frozen at the same time.

"Do you feel like you look a little stupid?" Mo Mengchen took a sip of water.

Hill incorporated quickly: "Don't, since you come, please feel at ease and enjoy it."

I really want to enjoy it, but now I don’t even have a sense of smell. What else can I enjoy?

"You are very quickly involved in the show." Mo Mengchen hummed softly.

Barkley glanced behind Mo Mengchen and said, "Mo, it seems that someone is coming to you."

Mo Mengchen looked back and saw that the man was 1.8 meters tall, with messy hair and messy hair on his face. He seemed to have not been taken care of for a month.

"Your friend?" Hill didn't believe it very much.

If these few of them hadn't shave for a few days, he would complain about them. How could he have such a friend who did not pay attention to his personal image?

How could I know someone like this?

Mo Mengchen didn't recognize the other party.

"Doctor Mo, I miss you for months." He smiled enthusiastically and grabbed a bottle of wine. "Don't you want to introduce me to your teammates?"

Would you be very sad if I say I don’t know you?

Mo Mengchen cleared his throat, hoping that the other party would not hear that he had a cold as soon as possible: "Who are you?"

The other party was stunned for a second, and continued to smile and said, "That's right, how can a big man like you remember a loser like me? But I still want to give you a cup, congratulations on your loss, which will become my source of happiness for the next week."

Jerome Williams slapped the table and said angrily: "Do you want to make trouble?"

At first, Mo Mengchen didn't recognize it until he deliberately said these words, trying to anger Mo Mengchen and his teammates. The smug smile evoked Mo Mengchen's memory.

Yavi Tefdanra.

After the Scorpio surgery failed, Tefdanla declared bankruptcy and Momchen acquired Scorpio for $100,000. (The one thousand said in the media is just trash talk)

There is another property under Yawei's name. With this money, if he can make good use of it, he can still live a good life.

But there are always some people in the world who are too self-righteous.

"I recognized it, it's you."

Mo Mengchen smiled and picked up the wine glass of Hill's table sign and poured himself a glass of wine: "I'll introduce to you, Javi Tefdanla, the mastermind behind the Scorpio surgery last year, is undoubtedly the chief prodigal son of Michigan. He can destroy a big company in just two years, and his prodigal ability is second to none in Detroit. I finally know why you lost, because we were so unlucky tonight that we could meet him if we chose a nightclub."

Mo Mengchen's teammate laughed out loud, and Yavi's face became ugly.

Mo Mengchen poured half a glass of wine: "I have to toast you to drive away bad luck for me and my teammates."

"You won't refuse, are you?" Mo Mengchen asked with a smile.

Yavi felt humiliated, and he wanted to come over and mock Mo Mengchen and borrow the days when they lost the game.

But he has no capital to mock others.

"Of course, how could I refuse Ethan?" Javi gritted her teeth and drank a glass of bitter wine, then turned and left.

He didn't go back to find the drinker and walked out of the nightclub directly. He hoped that the prostitutes on this street had not yet gotten off work and needed to vent and vent completely.

He looked for targets like a beast, but these lowly women were too ugly to him.

He used to hook his fingers and a woman who was ten times more beautiful than this rushed to throw herself into his arms.

Just once.

Yavi roared and saw a white building in the distance, which was the conference building of the St. Lucifer Hospital.

That was the place that brought him humiliation.

"Damn it!"

He remembered Noah Siphus, the woman who had humiliated her, the woman who was not so pretty

"I have nothing left, I have to find her!"
Chapter completed!