"You bitch-raising Australian, I..." Payton supported himself and stood up.

"It's good to stand up." Mo Mengchen came to his side with a smile. "I'm very happy that you can stand up. What makes me even happier is that this game has only been three minutes after this game, so we'll play slowly."

Payton lost his suppression of Momonchen, and he didn't know what was going on.

It was always very smooth before. His trash talk was directed at Mo Mengchen's scars, and then he destroyed Mo Mengchen's fighting spirit through the scene suppression performance. Most rookies could not stand him this time.

But he suddenly fought back.

This feeling was like he was holding a fruit knife and slashing people in half. The half-dead man who should have been cut suddenly picked up the knife on the ground and stabbed him with his backhand.

Peyton would never accept the shame that the eagle that had been playing for a lifetime, but in the end he was pecked by the eagle.

"We're not finished, novices!" Payton said coldly.

"You fucked X!"

Payton kept shouting and scolding, wanting to give Mo Mengchen a little color. The smell of gunpowder on both of them had attracted the attention of the audience, and the three referees on the scene were all on them.

"Gary, you'd better keep your mouth clean!" Houston shouted.

"Detroit is not without old people. If you want to play, we will accompany you!" Mark West shouted off the court.

Mo Mengchen played a key role in the counterattack against Payton. He was the backbone of the team. If he was crushed by Payton in the whole game, the blow to others would be devastating.

Now he stood up to resist Payton and gave Payton a ruthless fight in front of all of them. This was enough that they would never let Mo Mengchen fight alone.

"Go to die, Gary Payton!"

Fans who came to Auburn Hills all started a new round of attacks on Payton.

"Is there anything else in your pig's brain besides swear words?" Mo Mengchen kept sticking upwards.

The oppressive defense was not his place, but he didn't mind pushing Payton's anger further.

"Fuck you!"

Payton was about to attack, but Kemp turned his waist and stuck Thorpe's body and raised his hand to ask for the ball.

"You're fucking lucky!" Payton passed the ball.

In order to give Camp a comfortable space, Payton opened the seat. This was not the end. He remembered the moment Mo Mengchen gave him, and he always wanted to return it.

If you deliberately want to do something bad, you can succeed, provided that the other party cannot notice it.

Payton failed to succeed in his secret move, but Kemp succeeded in his turnover jump shot.

8 to 2

Supersonics still have the initiative.

"What do I need to do?" Hill asked.

Mo Mengchen said, "Pull your eyes open and see my position."

"no problem!"

Payton's trash talk made Hill also angry - this is the counter-effect brought by Payton's high-pressure defense. His intensity is very high, and trash talk has no bottom line. This method can easily defeat the opponent, but once the opponent comes back to his senses, his actions will also anger the opponent.

"There is as much damage as he can bring."

This sentence is perfect for describing him.

"Don't you even dare to touch the ball? You are such a waste!" Payton said.

"With the ball, I can't hurt you. I have to hurt you first, do you understand?"

After Mo Mengchen said this in a jealous and cold tone, he suddenly smiled, making Payton's back chill. He thought Thorpe would come to pick-and-roll again.

He was too careful!

Thorpe's pick-and-roll did not arrive, Momonchen got rid of it in place, and Payton tangled it, which was what he wanted. Payton's body blocked the lineman's sight. Under extreme speed, unless the nearest camera zoomed and slowed the camera, they could not see how Momonchen hurt Payton.

Their bodies were as tight as a couple on the bed, and Mo Mengchen's left hand kept swaying during the movement. It was natural to bump into such a move?

Mo Mengchen thought so, and his elbows faced Payton's armpit and pushed hard.

"Bitches are raised!"

Payton screamed in pain and fell to the spot and twitched. The position was too sensitive. After being hit, he had a few seconds to lose his ability to play. These few seconds were enough to allow Mo Mengchen to catch the ball and shoot a three-pointer from the outside.

"Swish!"

5 to 9

Payton could feel the hit armpit was spasm. He stared at Mo Mengchen with resentment, and the other party was also looking at him.

Compared to his resentment, Mo Mengchen looked at his eyes as if he was looking at a corpse waiting for the medical student to practice decomposition of human bodies.

"Stand up and don't fall down here."

Unknown to think that Mo Mengchen was kind-hearted, he stretched out his hand to Payton.

How could Peyton accept his kindness? Maybe something was going to be a conspiracy. He angrily swears and climbs up from the ground: "I'll play with you today!"

"Who played with you?" Mo Mengchen paused, and murderous aura burst out in his eyes, "I said, I want you to die."

Whether it is teammates on the court, teammates off the court, or watching Mo Mengchen enter the league's coaching staff, although they have not known each other for a long time, they have a very deep understanding of Mo Mengchen's nature.

He did cruel things in the name of a doctor.

The image of a good doctor they imagined was not applicable to him at all. This was a villain who liked to fight violence with violence.

"This guy is simply the nemesis of everything." Michael Curry sighed.

"I remember he said that besides killers, doctors are the best group in the world who are good at killing. He is also a surgeon, proficient in human structure, and he can find the right position and kill him with one blow..." Speaking of this, Dumas swallowed, "Can that idiot Payton end up alive tonight?"

The large screen on the scene replays the process of Payton being knocked down.

The enlarged picture allows fans to see the movement of their elbows clearly. In addition, the slow release, everyone on the scene saw Mo Mengchen's sinful elbow.

This method is not open and honest, but the city once ruled the league in this terrifying way for two years. Fans are used to such tricks, and Mo Mengchen was forced to fight back.

"That's how to fuck that bastard full of borers!"

The fans on the scene were shouting.

Sicoma began to sell objectively: "This kind of violence should not appear on the field, and we hope both sides will restrain themselves."

His partner was almost laughing. How arrogant Payton was just now. He did whatever he was dirty. Now he found that he had kicked the iron plate and knew he was scared.

"Guess where is your next attack?"

Payton was in control of the ball, and Mo Mengchen suddenly issued a trailer of his attack.

Gloves have played in the NBA for five years, but I have never seen any player like Mo Mengchen, who openly tells his opponent what he wants to do.

And he really knows how to do it, he uses a trick that is more terrifying than anyone he has ever seen.

Fear turned into anger, Payton roared: "You bastard, dare to call yourself a doctor!"

"Yes, I happen to be the best doctor in the world." Mo Mengchen smiled in a silence, then stepped forward and forced Payton to stop the ball.

As soon as Payton stopped the ball, the supersonic position became messy.

Kemp slipped to the center line and asked for the ball for Payton. When his partner encountered difficulties, he was the backbone of the whole team.

The Rainman holds the ball in his hand, and his athletic ability to look down on the past and present is about to be released. The experienced Thorpe chose a position in advance. His offense was just beginning. The former made a move, and the bottom line referee whistle sounded, and Camp made an offensive foul.

"Is this a fucking foul?" Kamp yelled out.

The referee held the whistle in his mouth tightly. If Kemp was no longer tactful, he wouldn't mind blowing a T-t to teach him how to respect authority.

Mo Mengchen still has no ball on his hand.

He remembered Mo Mengchen's words - "Hold the ball, I can't hurt you, I have to hurt you first, do you know?" - Thinking of this, he felt that any part of his body was not safe, and the other party could attack him at any time.

The other party is a doctor, so he must know better than him what is the point. If the other party is determined to attack him, how can he avoid it?

An insidious and vicious Australian bastard, a damn bastard!

"Grant, please wait and stand like this later."

Hill did as he did, he didn't know that he was involved in a sinful plan.

Houston took the ball at the right horn position, Mo Mengchen began to run, Payton was still scared, but he never retreated. He knew very well that the things Mo Mengchen did to him were just to arouse his fear. If he was really afraid, he would be fooled by the other party.

He can't retreat, he must follow.

Mo Mengchen ran at full speed, and Payton followed up at full speed. None of them arrived. The elegant and easy-going Hill was now in a thrust on their running route. Mo Mengchen knew that this kick was going to be deadly and he would avoid it. Payton didn't know that there were so many people and his mind was in a mess. How could he have time to observe Hill's feet?

Who would have thought that Duke's top student would actually help Mo Mengchen trip up?

Mo Mengchen ran past Hill like a runaway, and his arrival shocked Hill.

"I won't trip him up, right?" Hill thought so. Mo Mengchen had already run past him. Then, Payton, who was following him, could not have imagined that a foot was blocking him on the road. He bumped into him, and then he fell heavily to the ground with his body.

Mo Mengchen ran out of another open position and received the ball and made another three-pointer.

"Swish!"

Hill looked at his sinful feet in shock: "What did I do?"

"You tripped him for justice."
To be continued...