David Sessions' case has been held three times, and the final trial will be held at the end of February.

On February 20, someone surrendered to the Detroit Police Department. He stated that he had replaced the warning signs on the road for his personal anger more than a month ago. This practice led to a car accident.

Some people believe that the appearance of this person will make the case final.

As the All-Star Weekend arrives, the Pistons will have to play a game with the Trail Blazers who are coming from afar at home.

The two teams had played at the beginning of the season. At that time, Mo Mengchen had not yet started and the Pistons lost that game.

The Trail Blazers have a psychological advantage in this battle.

This mixed team has a lineup depth far above the Pistons, and their staffing allows them to cope with any challenges.

"I have no interest in Dor.Mo. He is just a good rookie. It won't bother me when he plays against him. Please be careful. I won't treat rookies well."

Trail Blazers’ main defender Rod Strickland was not at all friendly, and he had no interest in tonight’s game, claiming: “Winning is as easy as hanging out on Bella Island.”

Such a despised move to the opponent made fans very dissatisfied. The game has not yet begun because the smell of gunpowder has appeared in Scritland's words.

That night, Auburn Hill Palace.

Strickland's words were rude, but they were not so difficult to understand. The Pistons and the Trail Blazers had a grudge.

During the Bad Boys Legion, the Pistons entered the finals twice, and once they met the Trail Blazers led by the glider.

The Trail Blazers failed to sink into the sand, which did not mean that the grudges were broken. Both sides continued, but they could not settle the finals. As long as they encountered each other in the regular season, there would still be a ruthless battle.

The history of both sides is so eye-catching that the Pistons fans who like to treat the visiting team strictly fell into a climax before the game started.

Their booings were even higher than the wave, as if to let the pioneers know how unpopular they were.

Mo Mengchen had finished warm-up exercises. Tonight, he felt very good. He pulled out his knee pads and found nothing wrong.

This game tonight is not simple. In addition to the opponent being a mortal enemy, the first advertisement for his personal signature sneakers will also be released during the game.

In order to support him, the little Dura is here again.

Recently, Lao Dula's health has become worse and worse. He has become the actual operator of Dula Electrical Appliances. I don't know how he is so careless. How could Lao Dula feel at ease to hand over such a big industry to him?

"Mo, I finally came to your countryside to watch a game, don't let me down!" Xiao Dura shouted.

Countryside? This young man actually called Detroit the countryside? Although this place is not as good as a big city like New York, it can't be considered a countryside, right?

"I will try my best to disappoint you." Mo Mengchen said.

Little Dura laughed and said, "Don't do this, I hope to invite you to a meal after the game."

"I haven't had time, I have an appointment." Mo Mengchen said.

"Then let's come with the person you have made an appointment with. I don't mind. Don't you like eating alone?" Xiao Dula talked.

Mo Mengchen was too lazy to say something to such a person who had no self-knowledge at all.

The starters of both sides played one after another.

Strickland, who spoke harshly before the game, came directly to Mo Mengchen and glanced at him up and down unfriendly, as if he wanted to see what Mo Mengchen was different from him.

"You are the legendary Dor.Mo?"

It’s still a bit exaggerated to say that legends are worse than to say myths, “You are the Dor.Mo in the myth?”, which sounds more comfortable.

Mo Mengchen's heart was very volatile, but there was no change on his face. He was not interested in Strickland. This was a good player who was buried, so what?

Too much has been buried by history.

"Both sides are ready to jump the ball."

"This is definitely the most unequal jump ball."

The two sides of the jump ball are "Roof of the World" Sabonis and Terry Mills.

Usually, Mills looks fat and big-eared, and thinks his figure is so exaggerated. Compared with Sabonis, he is just a little brother.

Whether it is the width and thickness of the body, the thickness of the neck, or the three-dimensionality and visual impact brought by the whole person, the roof of the world is far stronger than Mills.

As one of the oldest rookies in NBA history, Roof of the World has many legendary deeds in Europe. Some people believe that if he came to the NBA earlier, the four centers we know would become the five centers.

When he came to the NBA, his knees had lost their energy and he moved slower than the Turtle.

If he is put into the future small ball era, he will undoubtedly be defeated and he will not be able to keep up with such a fast pace.

There was no suspense in the entire jumping process, and Sabonis easily helped the team get the first place.

Even the teammates behind Mills looked like "It was indeed not as expected", which made Mills feel very uncomfortable.

Strickland wanted to use the thickness of his body to knock Momonchen away, but he was not a defender like Kidd, and Momonchen was not the one at the beginning of the season.

An extremely rough impact occurred in an instant. Strickland was shocked. He didn't expect that Mo Mengchen's seemingly weak body had outstanding power.

Mo Mengchen's confidence has increased a lot by resisting Strickland's move. His defense has always been criticized because he is slow and cannot keep up with the speed guard; because he is not good at confrontation, he cannot withstand the body-type guard; because he is average in physical fitness, he cannot hold up with the sports guard.

Overall, his defense is a tragedy. If Thorpe and Mills were not wiping their butts diligently every night, they wouldn't know how many times they would be beaten.

It is precisely because of this that the attribute points he has obtained have been used to increase his strength so far in the season.

He improves his attributes such as shooting and layups that can be clearly reflected in the game through training.

This is impossible. He has too many flaws. If he doesn't want to become a burden to others, he can only start with defense first.

At this time, the Iron Man, a number of Iron Man in the history of the Trail Blazers, the leader of the Iron Hoop Gang who was not plagued by the Trail Blazers' Veterinary Curse, Jordan's classic moment of frowning Clifford Robinson flew out, held the ball at the high position on the left wing, and relied on his superb shooting skills, he beat Thorpe.

The moment the ball entered, he saw his body as straight as a tree trunk and cursed vulgarly: "Old guy, do you think you can defend me?"

Thorpe didn't care, and Mo Mengchen didn't deliberately ask Thorpe to feed the ball. This was just a very ordinary thing.

In the frontcourt, Hill was about to get to the position with his back, and Mo Mengchen made a pass with one hand.

Devil Mountain held the ball and harshly hit Harvey Grant behind him. He was not as good as the twin brothers' physical talent, but had an exact same face.

It's just that, it's not enough.

Hill pulled up the height like Jinghong hanging in the horizon, and even his teammates were praying that Hill would miss the shot because they could not expect Grant to defend the ball, which was not practical.

Hill's shot bumped a few times on the basket and the ball entered.

He got points, and Mo Mengchen also assisted and scored.

"It's very comfortable passing." Hill praised Mo Mengchen.

"It's almost done, take the trial, novices!"

Strickland took over Sabonis' serve, and before pushing to the frontcourt, he said to his teammates: "Please pull the space away from me, I'm going to beat Pistons' No. 9!"

"Poor rookie, has he offended you?" Sabonis asked.

"Even if he doesn't offend me, I will beat him up. On the field, the weak are born to be humiliated by the strong!"

Strickland was full of pride and dribbled the ball through the half. This time, his momentum made Mo Mengchen feel a significant difference.

He is going to attack.

Mo Mengchen had a judgment in his mind. His understanding of Strickland was only in terms of data. This was a defender who was good at breaking through and was very good at dividing the ball when breaking through.

In other words, if his teammates rashly assist in defense, he might break through the entire line of defense.

"Go to die!"

Strickland dribbled to the left three-point line. His movements did not pause, and his body slightly opened. Then, the ball was sharp and penetrated through his crotch like thunder. A sharp change of direction penetrated Mo Mengchen's defense, violently squeezed into Mo Mengchen's defensive position, and powerfully rushed into the basket.

No matter how hard Mo Mengchen tried, he would never be able to defend against this ball.

When Old Thorp saw that Mo Mengchen could not hold on, he chose a position in advance, but he did not stand firmly, Scritland was too fast again.

The two collided together, and the referee whistled, but Strickland threw it up before falling to the ground, and the ball magically fell into the basket.

The boss of the Iron Hoop Gang rushed to Scritland angrily and waved several punches into the air: "You beat that Australian hard!"

"It's just one goal."

Strickland was sober, and Robinson pulled him up from the ground.

He glanced at Mo Mengchen and smiled, "You'd better get used to this. You can't defend me. If I want to score, your defense is bad like a bitch who has worked for half a century, and your lower body is as loose as mud."

Mo Mengchen did not answer, but just stood silently on the outside, waiting for him to make a free throw.

"Do you want me to change my defense?"

Houston asked.

"Leave it to me." Mo Mengchen said.
Chapter completed!