"nailed it?"

Hill and Dumas looked eager.

Mo Mengchen really wants to know whether he has done Ephraim and what does it have to do with these two people?

In fact, it has a big relationship. Mo Mengchen is not very angry, so Hill and Dumas thought, if this guy is nourished by love, will he become gentler? Although it is a luxury, it is better than doing nothing.

"It should be done." Mo Mengchen was not sure. He hadn't done this for a long time.

“Yes!”

The two of them clapped their high-highs in front of Mo Mengchen, as if they were the first to win.

These two people can really form a CP together, they are really a pair of real CPs.

Mo Mengchen shook his head and walked off the court, while Collins was going to make the final arrangement.

On the field, their opponents were wearing green jerseys that were beneficial to their eyes and shouted with great might.

Mo Mengchen walked on the court, his opponent was Gary Payton, the best defense position ever.

Just talking about achievements, Walter Fraser, the "Rogue" of the 1970s, may be higher, but Payton is the one who owns DPOY.

"I finally met you, a bastard. I have heard a lot of news about you recently, but I want to die of fucking!" Payton shouted roughly.

Did you fucking want to die?

Mo Mengchen didn't know what expression to face this trash sentence: "I regret your mother's experience."

"Stop talking nonsense, you disabled bastard!" Payton's face suddenly changed drastically.

It was also at this time that Mo Mengchen's teammate miraculously jumped to the ball.

This is rare. In this league, there are only a handful of centers who can lose to Terry Mills in the jump ball.

The Supersonic center has the same name as the best point guard in history. He is also called Elvin Johnson, but he has a net height of seven feet. In theory, he should not lose to Mills.

"Dor.Mo, a rookie in Detroit, has been in a strong momentum recently, has passed the ball for halftime. We have heard a lot of rumors about him, but he will suffer a big loss when facing Gary."

"Poor guy, let's pray for him."

At the beginning of the game, Payton became a wild beast, as if a rabies patient who had been ill regularly, aiming at the enemy with a grin and was about to swear at any time.

"Come on, you damn bastard, call me!"

Payton started to fight, his movements were a bit too fierce. This was not their home court, and such defensive moves were not accepted by the referee.

"Beep!"

The whistle sounded, before Momonchen lost the ball.

"Do you think the referee can save you?" Payton sneered.

Payton's defense is like a horror movie, it needs to be set off. If a ghost runs to the camera at the beginning, you won't feel scared.

It needs to take it slowly, from a little bit of weirdness to a lot of abnormal events, creepy soundtracks, sudden amplified soundtracks and a flash of surprises... Only by setting the atmosphere to a certain extent can people feel frightened.

Payton didn't need to set off for dozens of minutes like a horror movie. He let Mo Mengchen know his style in the first defensive round at the beginning.

"Mo, if not, pass the ball out." Hill said.

Hill serves outside the boundary, Mo Mengchen leans on Payton's body, suddenly releases the confrontation, raises it with one hand, and wants to catch the ball.

Payton has seen such a ball-catching routine countless times - Mo Mengchen felt a black shadow behind him. He subconsciously moved, trying to block the man, but his body's reaction speed did not keep up with his consciousness. In a moment, the ball that should have been passed into his hand was snatched away by Payton.

While grabbing the ball, Payton pushed him away and launched a counterattack with the ball.

"Mo..."

Payton scored the first goal of the night with a counterattack dunk.

"I won't welcome you to the NBA. In my opinion, if you have been disabled many times, you should go to the hospital to do such disgusting work. Basketball is not as easy as you think." Payton walked to Mo Mengchen and deliberately hit him.

When dealing with violence, Mo Mengchen's way of responding is naturally violent.

As soon as Hill's ball was sent out, Mo Mengchen rushed to Payton and hit his face with a "inadvertent" swing.

"Beep!"

The referee gave Mo Mengchen an offensive foul.

Payton tasted the sweet and bitter taste in a few seconds: "Hahaha~~Are you angry? You stupid pig, I just want you to be angry. What can you do? Will anyone cheer for you? You should have died long ago, right?"

Mo Mengchen had a good mood. He had just completed his confession and could date Ephraim after the game, but unfortunately, he met a mad dog tonight.

He always chose to ignore those vulgar trash words, but what Payton said just now hit his heart.

His face darkened.

"Wow, are you really angry? It's wrong to hurt someone as a doctor? What about your oath? Are I wrong?" Payton approached Mo Mengchen's face, and trash words with a tone were squirting out: "I've read your information. God must hate you, idiot, so he will keep you alive. You act so well. Will anyone cheer for you?"

The moment he spewed out the trash talk, Payton accelerated forward, exerted force from his upper body, and knocked away Mo Mengchen's body in one fell swoop.

A scary blood burst out in Mo Mengchen's eyes. He had never run at full speed. This was the first time his teammates saw him running so fast.

Payton broke through him but did not completely get rid of him. Such a defense was completely in place, but the physical fitness of the two was very different. Mo Mengchen wanted to block Payton, but he did not touch the ball.

The basketball flew over the basket and aimed at the center of the basket and fell directly.

"Swish!"

"What can you do?"

Some other sounds appeared on the scene.

That was a booing to Payton, as he was ravaging the new favorite of Motor City.

Hicoma looked disgusted.

His partner is a serious commentator at least, not as biased as him. Regarding the situation, he just said: "It can be seen that Gary has conducted a detailed study of Dor.Mo and he has targeted it thoroughly."

"Sister, Doctor Mo..." Adrian didn't understand the game very much, but at least he could see that Mo Mengchen suffered a great loss.

Ephraim was worried. Not only could he see the details of the game in the front row, but he could also hear their trash words. Especially Payton said every trash words loudly, and he wished everyone could hear them.

"Bastard!" Ephraim stared at Payton angrily.

What's wrong with me?

Mo Mengchen grabbed the jersey and did an action he had never done before.

He grabbed the bacteria-filled jersey and wiped the sweat from his face. This was something Mo Mengchen used to do, and he also inherited this habit.

I was actually angry with him, it was really not right.

Calm down.

"Mo, how are you?" Houston asked.

"I'm fine," Mo Mengchen said to him, "pay attention to the running position."

Houston felt relieved when he saw Mo Mengchen as usual.

Who can stand that kind of trash talk? I can really bear it... Houston thought to himself, if it were him, he would have swung his fist long ago.

Before Mo Mengchen dribbled the ball through half the game, Payton came up to interfere, and the trash talk continued.

His propulsion speed did not decrease, and he arrived at the frontcourt with the ball steadily, landed at the top of the arc, and the pistons' tactics began to operate.

Just as he was about to command the run, Payton secretly called his teammates with gestures. It was when Mo Mengchen wanted to break through and break out of space, Herry Hawkins suddenly approached and took out his hand to the ball.

Mo Mengchen had already seen him and was about to use his body to make a close contact between their teammates. Payton attacked - his body hit him. There was no doubt that it was a foul, but the lineman did not yell, and he hesitated for a moment.

Once hesitated, the time for foul was over. Payton snatched Mo Mengchen's ball, raised his right hand, and pushed Mo Mengchen hard on his chest.

This made Mo Mengchen look like he could not resist the confrontation and was knocked away and fought back again.

6 to 0

"Damn it, that's a fucking foul!" Collins yelled at the referee, "Can't you see the foul? He swung his elbow!"

Payton fought back and scolded Collins, "Shut up, old trash!"

"You damn idiot!" Collins started to squirt with Payton on the sidelines.

"Poor rookie, he is experiencing the most saddest night of his career."

Payton ran over and took his trash words: "You're useless and can only rely on the coach to help you speak out?"

"Don't, I'll deal with him."

Hill wants to change positions with Momonchen.

"No, I will solve it myself." Mo Mengchen said.

"Obviously, you can't solve him because of you, we were beaten 6 to 0." Hill said.

Mo Mengchen retorted: "It's my reason, but I still have time to make up for it. You just need to leave the rest to me as usual."

"He is a lunatic, you are no match for him at all!"

"Is he a madman?" Mo Mengchen smiled, with a cold smile, "So too."

Hill knew that he could not persuade Mo Mengchen, he just wanted to confirm the other party's determination. Now it seemed that his will was not depressed by Payton's series of blows.

Depressed? No, rather than saying that, he is now full of fighting spirit...

"Do you know? Don't offend the doctor if you offend me, but you offend me deeply. I really feel sad for your family."

Before Payton could speak his trash words, suddenly Thorpe's cover was set up.

Mo Mengchen exerted force under his feet, dragging the hardest part under his feet, and hitting Payton's legs, the softest thigh, which was the part with the most nervous system in the lower limbs. Mo Mengchen didn't exert much force, but Thorpe's position doubled the damage of this blow.

“Ah~~~!”

Payton screamed shrillly, Mo Mengchen had already gotten him away and made a layup with Hill's pass.
Chapter completed!