Jordan smiled and did not make a layup, but passed it to Wang Xiaohui, who was watching the ball with his hips at the three-point line.

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Looking at the ball in his hand, Wang Xiaohui himself felt a little unbelievable.

Why did this ball come into my hands?

‘Boy, hurry up and vote, they all come back later.’

With Jordan and his teammates' encouraging eyes, Wang Xiaohui did not give in anymore and directly pulled out the three-point line to shoot.

Whoosh!

Living up to expectations, Wang Xiaohui's three-pointer was directly inserted into the center of the basket.

"yeah!!!"

The Wizards celebrated with five high-fives.

However, when Wang Xiaohui and the others turned around and returned to defend in the backcourt, they found that something happened here.

"Ron! You're so fucking focused! You can't even catch a ball. Are you a sissy?"

Brad Miller was furious and was almost beaten to Artest's face by saliva.

Is Artest so easy to bully?

Of course not!

"Brad, what are you talking about? I didn't hear it, you say it again!"

Artest hit Brad Miller's chest straight and slammed it.

"Hiss~"

One taller and the other was shorter, Artest hit the other person with his head.

Miller suffered a pain and took several steps in an instant.

Obviously, Artest made a big move.

What kind of fierce man is Artest? Of course Miller knows.

But he is a big white man with different violent genes. He is not a vegetarian.

"How dare you attack me!"

It was destroyed immediately, and Miller reached out and was about to push Artest.

However, Miller failed to succeed when he was blocked by Crawford. Instead, Artest had a chance to get a mobile phone again because of Crawford's block.

Miller was pushed, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"I'm him!"

Miller was angry and rushed over again.

Crawford didn't expect that the other party was coming to him. He was still holding Artest and trying his best to stop him.

Who thinks that Artest is not so easy to hold onto?

Then, Crawford was defeated.

"Why are you holding me?"

"I'll kill you!"

Crawford, the one who broke up, was actually bullied by the two who fought.

When Crawford was pushed to the ground,

Beep beep!!!

The referee finally entered the court.

It's late.

However, it's late but it's here.

If these referees had not intervened in time, the Bulls players might have had to fight with their own people at home.

Tomorrow's front page headlines will definitely be their Chicago Bulls.

The Bulls fans at the scene were mixed.

"What the hell is Klaus thinking? These thorny players are recruiting. Isn't this going to ruin the team?"

"I suggest that Klaus, get out of class!"

"I'd love if Michael was there."

"These guys are really good, they just beat their own people."

"People who are capable will win games, while those who are incompetent will hit people directly."

The fans in front of the TV were also smiling happily.

"The ball is not very good, but they are good at fighting."

"I'm obviously a professional boxer, so why do I always like to play amateur basketball games? These people are really not doing their jobs."

"After many years, the Chicago Bulls made headlines again, but I didn't expect it to be because of this..."

"The Chicago Bulls are just a bunch of stinky shit, and I don't know what Klaus thought?!"

However, although several referees helped calm the fight between the Bulls players, this could not fundamentally extinguish the anger in the hearts of these people.

"Damn it, don't touch me! Stay away from me!"

On the sidelines, the rest area, when Crawford was a little close to Artest, Artest said it in dissatisfaction.

Crawford was also scared. The team's evil people and wild beasts cannot afford to offend them.

Coach Floyd is very difficult to deal with, how should I arrange it?

Finally, the coach's choice is, "Jamar, you take a break first."

When Crawford heard the coach's arrangement, he darkened his eyes.

On the other side, Eddie Curry was a little envious of Crawford.

Who is willing to play this fucking shit game?

"Coach, I'm a little tired, and I want to take a break."

When Floyd heard this, he was unwilling to do so. If it weren't for Eddie Curry, the Bulls would have been exposed at the basket.

"No, Eddie, you can't rest. You are a young man, and the physical strength of young man must be fine. If you persist, it will not take long for this quarter to play it intact."

"I,"

"Eddie, you are the team's inside pillar and our most important inside core. With you on the court, we are all at ease."

After being coaxed and deceived by Floyd's kind words, Eddie Curry failed to get off the court as he wished.

Eddie Curry rolled his eyes.

Then let's just stick to it. If those guys are still not good at it, then I'll go up and run.

And what about the others?

Freud didn't dare to say much. He just let everyone play their own way.

Beep!

The timeout ends and the game continues.

The Bulls player reappears.

Although it is not shown in expression, the movements on the field are undoubtedly highlighted.

On the court, the Bulls, who are absolutely behind, become more impatient and more confused as they play.

I was furious and wanted to show it on the court, but the more I wanted to perform, the worse I performed.

Some people on the Bulls are very excited because they play against Jordan, the old senior. They want to perform well and get more recognition.

But some people are different. They play basketball just for themselves.

It was the Bulls players' various pig teammates who messed up, which caused others to suffer and embarrass themselves.

The difference between 20 points and points is almost about to go towards 30 points.

The Bulls' players' mentality slowly accumulates to the edge of collapse, almost reaching the point of explosion.

With 2 minutes left in the first half and near the end, the Wizards handed the ball to Jordan.

Jordan's shooting percentage is quite high today in his familiar "home court".

He was ready again at the low post, thinking about getting the ball and playing another one.

The Wizards Wang Xiaohui and the others all pulled apart, creating an excellent singles space for Jordan.

At this time, the person who defended Jordan was the beast Ron Artest.
To be continued...