At noon on the 26th, the Jazz arrived in Phoenix.

The last time the two teams played against each other was in the regular season last season. There were not many grievances before, but that was in the past, and the grievances now are quite big.

Last season, Lao Wang knocked out the postman with an elbow and gave him a concussion. After that, the two never met again. What will happen on and off the field in this meeting is of interest to everyone from the media to the fans.

Know.

Therefore, this game attracted a lot of attention and was broadcast live across the United States. At the same time, CCTV also chose to broadcast the game live. Countless media rushed to Phoenix and attended the press conference held by the Jazz in the hotel.

The postman sat on it with a cold face. There was an eye-catching scar seven or eight centimeters long on his forehead, which made him look fierce.

"Xiao Su, Tie Jun tore it open with his elbow, did you see that?" Zhang Lili introduced to Su Qun among the reporters.

"This guy is so fierce!'

Just as the postman glanced over, his eyes shrank, and Su Qun whispered.

At this time, the question-and-answer session began, and Zhang Lili quickly raised his hand.

However, the host did not turn over his cards and gave the first question to the ABC TV reporter.

The reporter asked: "Postman, you and Lao K haven't touched each other since last season. What will you have with him this time... um, just communication?"

Postman Ma Long snorted in his heart. After more than half a year, his hatred for that Chinaman has not diminished at all. Instead, it has become deeper and stronger. As that damn rookie won the championship, his hatred was deep in his bones.

"I will communicate with him well so that he will never forget it.'

When he opened his mouth, his voice was like steel, full of coldness and ruthlessness, as well as gloom and cruelty.

"Oops, there will be trouble in tomorrow's game. This guy's elbow is very powerful. He is known as Dr. Iron Elbow. Last time Tie Jun struck first and he suffered a big loss. I don't know what he will do this time."

Zhang Lili said anxiously in a low voice.

"Then what should we do?" Su Qun asked anxiously.

"Langzai, let's see how Tie Jun copes with it. We can only give you a reminder." Zhang Li said.

When asked the next question, he raised his hand again, and this time with good luck, the host actually pointed at him.

Taking the wheat from the staff, he happily asked: "Hello, postman...

"Chinese?" the postman asked, interrupting Zhang Lili.

"Uh, yes." Zhang Li said.

"Tell me, that damn boy, Old K, that his good days are over and I will never let him go."

The postman stared fiercely at Zhang Lili and his words were extremely cold.

Zhang Lili was not frightened and replied: "Postman, are you threatening me?"

"You can understand it whatever you want, that's your business." The postman said coldly.

At this time, Wang Tiejun was in the restaurant of the training base at the headquarters, eating lunch and watching TV programs. "Old K, be careful, he won't let you go," Kevin Johnson reminded.

"Uh-huh!'

He nodded while eating, but in his mind he was thinking about whether he should strike first this time.

There are only those who are thieves every day, and there are no people who can guard against thieves every day. Instead of always being on guard against the postman's hidden tricks, it is better to kill him first. Now that the postman has made it clear that he wants to deal with him, he will be passive if he doesn't strike first.

At this time, Jazz’s press conference was over.

Black and White, good friends, lived in the same room. At this time, Stockton said: "Karl, that kid is very bad and his hands are very dark. You must be early to make your move. Don't be robbed by him like last time."

First.'

Postman Ma Long was startled and suddenly felt a pain in his forehead. He couldn't help but touch the huge scar across his eyebrows. The hatred in his heart suddenly surged like a huge tide. He couldn't help but nodded heavily.

This time he had to take a heavy blow and deal with that damn Chinaman once and for all, so that he could calm down the anger in his heart and let out the bad breath that was suppressed in his heart.

November 27th, game day.

The game time was 8:30, and at 6:30 in the evening, the Suns team's bus drove into the underground parking lot of the American West Arena.

Generally, parking lot No. 1 of the arena is closed and is reserved for people who use the arena and some VIPs. Tonight, it belongs to the Suns, Jazz, and some VIPs.

The Suns came up from the underground parking lot, and a group of more than 30 people walked along the somewhat dim corridor to the home team's locker room. The rumble of footsteps echoed in the narrow corridor, like an army on the move.

"Old K, how are you going to deal with the postman's provocation?" asked the team reporter Hammer Larry.

"I am a civilized person, and I will advise him not to use violence. I am sure it is not a good business." Wang Tiejun said. "What are you going to use to persuade him?" Larry asked.

He tightened his iron bowl-sized fists and said with a smile: "What else can I use? Naturally, I will use the method he is best at."

"Pfft! Haha,

Some people in the team couldn't help laughing, and then more people laughed

Zhang Lili and Su Qun were also in the crowd. Hearing these words, Lao Zhang, who knew Wang Tiejun well, smiled knowingly, while the latter asked with a confused expression, "Director Zhang, what is the postman best at?'

As Lao Zhang walked, he whispered in his ear: "Violence, what else can there be?"

"Violence? Hey, hiss!'

Su Qun almost bit off his own tongue, it was so painful that he burst into tears.

Walking among the management a little behind, Colangelo's heart skipped a beat. He remembered what the postman said to the media yesterday. He wanted to give Old K an unforgettable experience, and Old K was definitely not a good-tempered person.

Something big might happen tonight.

He needs to strengthen his security forces to prevent off-field conflicts between the two sides.

But when it comes to the court, it's out of his control, and that's what worries him the most.

The postman was too cunning and committed many flagrant fouls without any concern for the safety of others. He was a little worried that the postman would do something serious to Old K. For this reason, he had just repeatedly told Old K to be careful.

When they came to the locker room, the players were doing their own things. Colangelo stayed for a few minutes and then left. He was going to arrange security forces and bring in another security team.

Wang Tiejun looked at the door from time to time, then at Kevin Johnson and the others, and then at the door again, as if he was waiting for something.

After waiting for two or three minutes, he couldn't sit still anymore. He got up and walked to the door, pulled his head out and took a look. The media was no longer there, and Mr. Colangelo had also left.

"Old K, who are you looking for?

The coaching staff was outside and looked suspicious at him. Assistant coach Lewis asked.

'It's nothing, coach.'

He chuckled, turned around and greeted his teammates: "Let's go, hurry up, move faster."

“go!go!go!’

Kevin Johnson and Dan Mulley immediately stood up and greeted.

A group of people had already agreed to go to the visiting team's locker room to offer condolences, and now they followed Wang Tiejun and swarmed out.

Liu Changfeng also followed behind. He knew that his cousin was looking for trouble, so he didn't feel anything.

Isn't it just fighting? In the countryside of Cangzhou, everyone has practiced a few tricks. Fighting is so common that it doesn't matter at all.

Even in the villages, he has experienced many armed fights, ranging from dozens of people to hundreds or even thousands of people, with swords, guns and sticks, and even in the early years, there were even guns and cannons, and there were casualties every time.

Appear,

The so-called law does not rule the crowd, and everyone is happy with this. This method of solving problems is the most direct and refreshing. The losing party will give in without hesitation, and come back next time if it is not convinced.

There is nothing else like it in Greater China. If it were not for the severe suppression from above, the martial arts culture would have exploded in the countryside.

This is still a battle between villages. A battle between large clans can even develop into a melee involving thousands of people. It is almost the same as a medium-sized battle. After a melee, there are countless casualties, and it is common for dozens of people to die.

Something.

"Old K, what are you doing?" Head coach Westphal asked quickly.

"Coach, we have to go visit our guests." He responded loudly and quickened his pace.

"Inform Mr. Colangelo quickly." Westphal said with a headache.

A group of people trotted to the players' tunnel. The entire corridor was full of rumbling running sounds, like an army charging. It was not yet seven o'clock, the fans had not entered the venue, and the security personnel had not yet been in place. They

He rushed directly to the visiting team's locker room.

Outside the visiting team's locker room were the Jazz's management and coaching staff. When they heard the intensive running, they were a little confused and didn't know what was going on.

“Oops!,

But soon, a giant appeared around the corner, it was Old K of the Suns, followed by a large group of Suns players, looking menacing. They knew something was wrong, the home team was coming, and they quickly stopped in front.

.

"Hurry up, the Suns are knocking on the door." A staff member pushed open the locker room door and yelled inside. "What?" The Jazz players were stunned.

Tom Chambers, who was traded to the Jazz, was also stunned. What should he do?

'Damn it!'

The same goes for the postman. He never thought about how the Suns had the guts to hit the goal off the court. But with a sharp flash in his eyes, it was just right, so he would deal with that damn kid off the court.

He immediately stood up and rushed towards the door. As soon as he opened the door, he heard the roar of head coach Jerry Sloan. "Old K, what do you want to do?

"Coach, let me do it.'

He immediately strode out, separated from the crowd, and stood at the front.
To be continued...