"It's amazing, Mo's efficiency."

"His current average of 8 points, 5 rebounds and 8 assists, what I care about is his offense. He only made moves outside the three-point line and the penalty area. So far this season, there has not been a mid-range jump shot."

"As far as I know, he's very efficient?" Collins asked.

Sid nodded and said, "It's so high."

"He made three three-pointers per game, averaged two goals per game, and shot up to 66%. Although there are not many samples of the game, he has never had a bad night so far. He has been very stable and he can make more three-pointers."

As soon as Sid finished speaking, Mo Mengchen received a pass from Hill at the bottom corner and raised his hand and scored another three-pointer.

"Swish!"

The difference in points suddenly reached 12 points. The Kings requested a timeout. Mo Mengchen took three shots tonight, all three points, and all hits.

"Grant, why don't you pass the ball to me?"

Houston has a lot of opinions. He has only made one move in tonight's game until now. He has not made a shot yet and has scored zero points, which is unimaginable for him.

He and Hill are the top two scorers of the Pistons. If one of them has problems with the output, the Pistons' offense will have problems.

"Mo's feels so good. If I don't pass the ball to him, I will feel at ease." Hill said sincerely.

Houston was very resentful: "Then can you feel at ease when you see me taking action tonight until now?"

"Well..."

Houston also has a grievance. He is against the Kings' top player Mickey Mond, who talks endlessly. In the first half, he and Hill did not directly compete with each other.

Hill was madly tyrannical to the king's wings and outside lines, while Mickey Mond kept getting points from Houston.

One of the momentum is growing, the other continues to decline, and finally endures until the second half, but there is still no ball. The frustration of the CET king is understandable.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

Houston walked onto the court without any morale and looked down at his shoes. This way he could easily affect the morale of the team.

"He wants to attack." Hill said.

Houston said: "I am the team's second offensive player, but I have only made one move since the start, and I think this is abnormal."

“He made sense.”

Mo Mengchen was so abnormal tonight. Hill was really worried that the person standing in front of him would take off a mask from his face the next second.

How could Momonchen be so accustomed to Houston under normal conditions? It is simply impossible!

"Grant, did you hear it?" Houston was like a child, laughing like a flower when he heard Mo Mengchen say this.

After the timeout, Mickey Mond regained his touch with a close-face jump shot.

After the ball entered, he waved to Houston: "Come on, Alan, oh I forgot, you don't have the ball in your hand, you're a supporting role tonight."

Houston got the ball and was about to attack, but Mitchmond's strong body was standing in front of him, like a solid fortress, making people unable to give birth to other thoughts.

At this time, Mo Mengchen deliberately retreated to the bottom corner and asked Hill to raise the top of the arc.

He wants to see how Houston will choose.

He is not the director of Houston. He is good at moving and likes to play tactical endings that simply cut out the ball and catch the ball. If he has to hold the ball, he can only make a strong move with his hands and feet very close to the basket.

He is not an offensive guard like Mickey Mond who has a full set of offensive methods.

This decision took five seconds.

Houston passed the ball, which was rare in him.

I was confused off the court.

Mickey Mond scolded Houston for not having sex, but now it's his turn to make a choice.

Do you want to double-team?

If Hill doesn't double-team, he will swallow his teammates alive. If he double-teams, Houston's shooting is not a joke.

He had no chance to make a choice, because Hill used his first lightning step to pass Walter Williams, then just like a moon-step shooting star, raised the basketball with his long arms and rushed to the basket like a devil descending to score a dunk.

This was very embarrassing. Mo Mengchen had already thought about how Houston would educate him and slander him for doubting his life after making a reckless choice. Now, he made the right choice.

Do you want to praise him?

"Grant, if you have the chance, you attack by yourself. If they double-team you, give me the ball!"

Houston shouted as if he had changed his body.

Wait! Is this your line?

In any case, Mo Mengchen would never have imagined that Houston would have such an enlightenment.

"You look surprised?" Houston glanced at Mo Mengchen. He felt that he had made the right choice, but Mo Mengchen was silent and didn't know if he was doing it right.

Mo Mengchen seemed to have a thousand-year-old phlegm stuck in his throat, and he used all his strength to say, "It's done well."

As soon as he finished speaking, he and Houston were shocked.

Mo Mengchen couldn't believe that he said this - did I praise him?

Houston couldn't believe what he heard - did he praise me?

After more than half of the third quarter, the Pistons scored a 15-point lead.

Collins made a substitution adjustment, he took Houston and Hill, and replaced Dumas and Michael Curry.

Hill for a moment, the Kings seemed to be able to take a breath.

Momonchen dribbled through half the game, and it was still Edney who faced him.

He didn't know why the Kings coach was so persistent in this white short winter melon. Could it be that he had saved the head coach's life?

Edney's defensive position was a bit too far behind. He was not tall and did not bounce well. He stretched the defensive distance so much that it seemed like a large open space in Mo Mengchen's opinion.

Before the tactic was opened, Mo Mengchen shot up and shot.

This was completely beyond the expectations of others.

"Are you crazy?" Houston stood up from the bench.

"Swish!"

"Dor.Mo ignored the defense and hit a three-pointer!"

"He's a shadow of Teyus Edney's defense."

"Defense?" Mo Mengchen mocked, "they actually think you have a defense."

Edney had nothing to say because he let Mo Mengchen make four shots from outside the three-point line.

Mickey Mond is still fighting back, and his opponent is replaced by Curry, his back is even more fierce.

Curry had just started playing, and he didn't even stretch out his movements. He wanted to have a few strong confrontations, but the opponent suddenly pushed him out of his position and turned over and threw him in.

"My fault!"

Curry shouted.

"It's okay, Alan can't defend him," Mo Mengchen comforted.

"What are you talking nonsense?!" Houston seemed to be able to hear all the bad things about him.

Curry enjoyed it very much, as if they didn't hear Houston's voice.

"I actually ignored me!" Houston said excitedly, "They actually ignored me!"

Hill said: "Improve it's no longer new to him ignoring you."

Edney was afraid when he saw Mo Mengchen take the ball. He didn't know why he had such a strange mentality. The opponent played in an invasive game.

Until now, I have not broken through with the ball, and all the points I have obtained come from three points.

This kind of game method should be easy to deal with. Edney wants to get rid of the shadow of Mo Mengchen, and he is getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, Edney felt that he was going to score another three-pointer.

Mo Mengchen's hand pulled the ball higher and higher, and he could hold it up at any time.

The deepest fear made Edney jump up and block, even though he was only 178 cm tall.

The stupidest way to defend is to take action. When he jumped, the initiative came to Mo Mengchen's hand. As soon as he bowed slightly, Edney could no longer threaten his ball.

Mo Mengchen's original intention was to break in and pass the ball, but after he came in, he found that the Kings' inside line was blocked by his teammates, and he had extremely open layup space.

He doesn't care how many points he can get, but if he misses such a good opportunity, it would be a waste.

"Bang!"

"Dor.Mo set a new high for individual single-game scoring!"

"Five shots and scored 14 points, his efficiency is about to break through the sky!"

The score gap continued to widen, and the king had no way of doing this.

Mo Mengchen passed the ball to Thorpe, and the pick-and-roll that caught Curry ran out of an open position, received the ball and made another three-pointer. The difference reached 21 points, and his personal score reached 17 points, so the Kings could only request a timeout.

Their timeout cannot change the situation on the court, nor can they stop Mo Mengchen from hitting 100%. They can only let the players come down to take a breath, so as not to be defeated by this devilish away atmosphere.
To be continued...