Mo Mengchen's eyes flashed, and Strickland forced his way to the bottom line, which he didn't expect. The opponent's speed was too fast, and he couldn't even react.

"Fuck me!"

Strickland dribbled the ball into the basket, and Old Thorpe stood at the bottom of the basket. If he dared to force himself, he would give him a hot pot set meal.

Sabonis gasped, he was also in the penalty area, Strickland gave him a look and he understood.

From that second, he was ready to catch the ball.

However,

Strickland's pass was quite good, but his intention to pass was predicted in advance by Mo Mengchen behind him.

Mo Mengchen ran to Sabonis and waited for the ball to pass, and his 208-centimeter long arm swung down. The ball was destroyed before it could fall into the roof of the world.

"No!"

Strickland shouted, it was too late.

Mo Mengchen saw Houston in the distance, and he passed the most beautiful goal tonight.

It's like on the football field, in order to give a touchdown pass that can kill a teammate, the quarterfinals have to take risks.

Mo Mengchen threw the ball high with one hand.

The arc is beautiful.

"Dor.Mo's pass, with angelic wings, flew into Alan Houston's hands!"

"Houston scored a dunk!"

"What a wonderful pass!"
Chapter completed!