God of NBA point guards

Chapter 4 One-on-one in the locker room?
"Now, tell me, are you Japanese or Chinese?"

Ranbir stared ferociously at Zhou Quan's face, and asked unreasonably.

The gentleness on Zhou Quan's face disappeared completely, and he uttered a sentence coldly: "Mr. Lambir, is the Japanese your father?"

"..."

Stay in the locker room.

"..."

Rodman's mouth opened wide, he was so daring, he really deserved to be the executioner, how dare he provoke Lambiel?
"What did you say?"

Ranbir was instantly furious.

He just wanted to bully this rookie, humiliate him, show him off, and let the management understand that neither he nor Thomas liked this rookie, and that the Japanese and Chinese were just random excuses, but he never expected that this The damn rookie would say such a thing, and he would explode with anger.

With a clenched fist, he stood up suddenly. With a height of 211 centimeters and a tonnage of 125 kilograms, in front of Zhou Quan, who had a shoe height of 188 centimeters and a tonnage of 95 kilograms, he was like a giant bear, full of pressure.

"It's over!"

Joe Dumars shook his head. In the Pistons locker room, no, in the entire NBA, no one dared to humiliate Lambiel like this.

"Bill, it seems that we have to teach the newcomers well."

Isiah Thomas stepped forward, staring at Zhou Quan with cold eyes, ready to burst into anger.

Zhou Quan glanced at Lambiel and Thomas, then suddenly took out a brown hockey glove in his pants pocket.

"What does Zhou want to do?"

Seeing Zhou Quan take out a glove, Joe Dumas was taken aback.

At this moment, Zhou Quan threw out the glove, which hit Ranbir's face and fell to the ground.

"Single?"

This scene immediately gave Joe Dumas a familiar feeling. Throwing the glove to the opponent was the ritual before the one-on-one ice hockey game, the executioner's knight ceremony.

"He wants to PK with Lambir? Yes, yes, but his tonnage and height are much smaller than that of Lambir, and he is not in the same weight class at all. Can he beat Lambir?"

He knew that Lambiel didn't know how to fight very much, but with his physique, he felt that Zhou Quan was a little reckless, and he was afraid that he would suffer a loss.

Seeing that the situation was not right, he quickly walked to the door, opened the door and went out.

"Fake oil!"

Lambiel stepped on the glove, crushed it hard again, clenched his fists and shouted sharply: "Damn pug, what do you want?"

Zhou Quan pointed at the glove, and said coldly to Lambiel: "Listen up, miscellaneous, if you are a warrior, please show your courage and accept my heads-up, we will use fists and blood to deal with us. the contradiction between;
But if you are a coward, then pick it up, lick it clean with your tongue, and bring it back respectfully. "

"..."

The locker room froze instantly.

Several players who had just joined the Pistons were stunned. They couldn't believe it. This was Lambiel, the number one villain in the league who terrified everyone. In this league, no one wants to be the opponent of the Bad Boys. , but now, a small rookie point guard, dare to provoke Lambiel?
"Idol!"

Rodman murmured.

Although he was a member of the Bad Boys Legion, he didn't have a good impression of Lambiel. He was bullied badly by Lambiel, and he angered Lambiel during team training. He was beaten several times, and being insulted was commonplace.

"Bill, teach him a lesson! Our locker room cannot tolerate a rookie's provocation."

Thomas the Smiling Assassin's face was so cold that icicles could be scraped off, the angelic smile was completely gone.

Spider John Sely also stood up and said: "Bill, leave this damn rookie to me to solve."

"asshole!"

Being seriously provoked by a rookie in his locker room, which has never happened before, Lambiel blushed with anger.

But he looked at the glove under his feet, and then at Zhou Quan, but he didn't immediately pick up the glove and throw it back impulsively, expressing acceptance of heads-up, but his mind was spinning rapidly.

He is a very cunning person, he is only responsible for picking things up during the game, and he walks away first when fighting, and he knows Zhou Quan's name as the first executioner of the NCAA, he is very good at fighting and carrying, so he needs to Figure out if you can beat it.

It's a good deal, but he still doesn't want to take the risk. If he loses and gets beaten up by a rookie in his leader's locker room, then he has no choice but to retire. How can he have the face to stay?
After thinking it over, he showed a cold grin on his face, and said to Zhou Quan: "Boy, do you think this is the NHL? This is the NBA, here, there is no heads-up rule. This is my locker room, here, I say one thing and one thing.

You want to single out, right? OK, today I show mercy, as you wish, let you single out all of us now. "

He looked around, shook his head at the others, motioned for them to do something, and then took two steps back himself, as if he didn't want to be splashed with blood.

"..."

Zhou Quan's eyes widened, and he felt that he still underestimated Lambir's shamelessness, he was a shameless person at all.

Not only him, but also many people had incredible expressions on their faces.

At this time, John Sely and Thomas the smiling assassin pushed forward, the others did not move, and Rodman also shrank behind.

Mark Aguirre was also shocked. He didn't expect Lambiel to not even dare to accept a single from a small point guard.

He was the No. 81 pick in 89, and the Smiling Assassin was the No. [-] pick in that year. He was traded in [-] and won two championships with the Pistons. But he does not belong to the Bad Boys, but he is Isai A friend of Thomas, at this time can only stand up.

"Go on!"

Ranbir saw that there were only three people, and immediately showed a fierce expression on his face, and shouted at the others.

Zhou Quan said disdainfully: "Lambier, you don't even have the courage to single out, you are just a coward, and you are worthy of being called the number one villain in the NBA?

Why would they help a guy who just hides behind other people?A softie like you is not qualified to lead the Pistons' locker room. I look down on you. You don't even deserve to stand in front of me. "

"Yes."

Rodman muttered something under his breath, but no one heard him.

Not only him, but many players actually thought the same as him, nodding secretly, but they didn't dare to show it.

"..."

Hearing Zhou Quan's words, Ranbir was so angry that he vomited blood and became more and more angry.

"Let's go!"

With a stern shout, the smiling assassin charged forward with fists clenched.

At this moment, Zhou Quan clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes. The adrenaline in his body was soaring rapidly, and his eyes were red.

In the past two years, he has been single-handedly invincible in the NCAA ice hockey championship, not because of how good his boxing skills are, but because of his tough bones and a pair of natural iron fists, and because of his unrelenting bravery.

One-on-one, the same weight, no opponent in the NCAA ice hockey world.

Group fights, with a tough body and a pair of iron fists, what is there to be afraid of?

The next moment, one-on-four, a brawl broke out in the Pistons locker room.

"call!"

Quickly dived, dodging a big punch from the smiling assassin, Zhou Quan twisted his waist and raised his arms, and used a fierce and unusual punch to the stomach, and with a bang, Thomas was smashed into shrimp.

"what!"

Thomas let out a cry of pain, feeling as if he had been hit by an iron rod. He bent over and backed away with his stomach in his hands, and then knelt on the floor in pain, tears and snot flowing from his nose.

After the outside staff heard the movement, they didn't say much, because in the Pistons' locker room, such things often happened. When Lambiel was in a bad mood, Rodman would be abused, and Isiah Thomas would have been scored. Hospital.

(End of this chapter)