Bowen was so cruel that he was unable to fight back.

He can't attack, defend, and even the small moves of restlessness cannot compete with the opponent. Mo Mengchen is like his natural enemy and nemesis.

His little moves, his calculations, and his secret tricks used to attack people were completely unworkable in front of Mo Mengchen.

Do you really have to start in front of everyone?

Bowen had such an idea in his mind. He looked at Mo Mengchen and dribbled over again.

"It seems you don't have a chance to touch me again." Mo Mengchen said to Bao Wen.

Bowen saw the player standing on the sidelines.

The Pistons are about to substitution, and Mo Mengchen, who scored 40 points, will definitely be replaced. For the rest of the time, he will sit off the court and quietly wait for the time to win the championship.

If you don't take action now, Bowen will have to wait until next season.

Where can I get the finals unforgettable after leaving until next season?

"A last reminder, be careful of your right hand."

Bowen's eyes were sharp, but Mo Mengchen's activation exceeded any previous one - too fast!

In an instant, Bao Wen was broken through by him, leaving no room for anything!

Didn't I even give me the last chance? Bowen looked at Mo Mengchen who was leaving in despair.

Mo Mengchen jumped, but McGrady's arrival completely affected his layup.

When Bao Wen saw hope, he struggled to chase him back, and this was his opportunity.

Mo Mengchen's layup was disturbed by McGrady and missed the ball.

Curry beat Divac and grabbed the offensive rebound. Just as he was about to attack, Bowen suddenly rushed in like a black cat and hit Mo Mengchen, who was not prepared for any defense.

“!#!#”

Mo Mengchen lost his center of gravity and flew backwards on the spot. His agile body made him separate his limbs, ensuring that any part would not be seriously impacted. Then, his body fell to the ground and smashed him hard.

"Beep!!!"

"Bruce Bowen is crazy!"

After Bowen attacked Mo Mengchen, the Empire Axis Arena was in full swing and everyone stood up.

Popcorn, Coke, and the things in the fans' hands were thrown at the game scene in an instant. The crazy fans almost broke through the security guard's protection and entered the field to put the blasphemous villain on the spot.

"Second Level 2 malicious foul!"

"Bruce Bowen was expelled on the spot!"

"I hope Dor.Mo is fine!"

"I'm fucking killing you, this smack!" The furious Jerome was the Pistons' thug. The boss in the team was plotted against him in front of him. How could he sit still? He was about to attack Bao Wen on the spot.

Reed quickly stepped forward and grabbed the person.

Curry also stood in front of the garbage dog.

Loer hurriedly walked to Mo Mengchen to ask about the situation.

"I'm fine."

Mo Mengchen felt a dazed in his head. He quickly recovered from his awakening, stood up easily, and said to the furious Jerome: "Stop."

"Thank goodness, Dor.Mo looks like everything is fine!"

Then, Mo Mengchen walked to the sidelines and opened his hands to comfort the crazy fans.

Under his leadership, 30,000 fans on the scene sat down slowly, which was a magical force.

"He is the king of the Imperial Axis Arena!"

"Mo, just get off the ball after the penalty." Westfal shouted.

"Okay." Mo Mengchen replied, smiling, like the immortal Mona Lisa, with many self-evident deep meanings in her smile.

What did he want to do? Westfar was a little nervous.

Mo Mengchen walked forward and found that Bao Wen was still explaining his behavior to the referee.

"That's a misunderstanding, I didn't mean it!" Bao Wen looked innocent. Seeing Mo Mengchen, he smiled sinisterly and smugly, "Mo, sorry, I didn't mean it. It's so happy to see you are fine."

He was laughing, smug, because he was expelled, and he didn't have to worry about being retaliated.

Mo Mengchen has to wait until next season if he wants to take revenge.

Bao Wen was so happy that he finally let this arrogant man suffer a great loss in his hands.

"Of course, of course he didn't do it on purpose. Mr. Referee, the second-level malicious foul was a bit too much." Mo Mengchen's reaction thrilled the referee.

But the penalty has been issued and it is impossible to change.

Bao Wen thought Mo Mengchen wanted to keep him on the court, but unfortunately, the referee made a statement and could not be changed.

"Yes, Mo, I didn't mean it. See you next time." Bao Wen's hypocritical and complacent face made people unbearable.

"Wait a minute, Bruce."

Dor.Mo walked up to him.

"I know you didn't mean it." Bowen still smiled, but the next second, Mo Mengchen's right foot suddenly raised, just in the sight of the three referees. Opposite them was the VIP private room in the arena, where the team's boss and the senior league official led by Stern were sitting. The 30,000 fans at the scene focused on this. With the joint attention of basketball fans around the world, they kicked Baowen hard in the crotch.

???

This is probably what everyone in the audience thinks.

To calm the anger of teammates and let them not fight; to calm the audience's emotions, it seems to be the new generation of peace messengers; to talk and laugh with the referee and Bo Wen, it is simply a generation of outstanding people who are not worried about past grudges and broad-minded.

Just after Dor.Mo left these impressions on everyone, he gave Bowen an angry foot that was beyond revenge without warning, and hit Bowen's sensitive part on the spot, causing him to cover his crotch miserably and scream in pain in his heart-wrenching pain.

"I'm so sorry, I kicked it on purpose."

Dor.Mo smiled harmlessly, leaving a word beside Bowen's ears with a word that would appear countless times in his nightmare.

He turned to look at the referee: "I think I should have been expelled, too?"

As evidenced by God, the three referees tonight will still refer countless games in the future, but no matter how long they have passed, as long as they are still alive, even if they suffer from Alzheimer's disease, they will think of this game. This is the most thrilling night they have ever experienced in their lives.

So fucking horrible!!!

Westfal opened his mouth, Hill was stunned, and his teammates off the field responded no matter what.

Ephraim and Medela from the family area looked at each other's faces, and they couldn't help but pinch each other's faces to confirm whether the matter was true.

After being shocked, the audience at the scene presented the greatest cheers and applause to Dor.Mo.

The faces of alliance officials such as Davidson and Stern in the VIP box were all frozen.

Even if Bao Wen and the others were strangled to death, they would never have thought that Dor.Mo would do such a thing.

This is Dor.Mo!

After receiving a second-level malicious foul, Mo Mengchen had been expelled. Before leaving the field, he turned around and looked at Curry, "I never need anyone to stand up for me!"

"You should do this too!"

"Don't forget, what is my purpose?" Mo Mengchen asked.

Curry was in a shock that he could not get rid of, and he answered him entirely based on his instinct: "Avenge your revenge on the spot."

"snort."

Mo Mengchen snorted, it was very good.

With 30 minutes of playing, scored 40 points, 6 rebounds and 5 assists. In the last game in the 2001-2002 finals, Dor.Mo's personal performance was still perfect. He was the undisputed player of the finals, but at the end of the game, he made the most controversial move in his career.

After Mo Mengchen left the scene, for five minutes, the shouts at the scene were still as amazing as the thunder that struck the horizon.

"I think no old piston should laugh at the current piston after today."

"They are not good kids."

"At least, the guy who led this group of people to win four consecutive championships is definitely not a good boy."

Ranbir sighed.

Mo Mengchen entered the locker room, sat in his seat, opened the cabinet, and took a deep breath.

This kick tonight not only confirmed the rumors that he had committed many evil on the court, but also allowed many hostile media to take the opportunity to ruin his image.

To be honest, he didn't mind, just hope that the fool could understand.

Mo Mengchen stood up, washed his head, and looked in the mirror.

After a while, the door to the locker room was opened, and it was not his wife, not anyone in the coaching staff, but Eddie Curry, who should still be playing on the court.

"Are you injured?"

"No."

"Leave the scene with all crimes?"

"How could it be?"
To be continued...