"Hey, boy, put away your disgusting jersey and sit down!"

"Los Angeles crumbs, don't get complacent too soon!"

Liu Dong did not react to the scolding of the Sun fans around him, and it was not a problem for him to come to the United States for two years.

But the jersey isn't his, he's not from Los Angeles, so whatever they swear, it's time to celebrate wildly.

Although he had known the result for a long time, Liu Dong was still excited when he saw Kobe Bryant shoot in the same position, which was completely different from the feeling on the video, and he could even see the despair on Marion's face and Nash's face full of regret!

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore, and a Sun fan was so arrogant when he saw Liu Dong on his own turf, coupled with the fact that the team was killed, he couldn't stand it, and pushed Liu Xiaodong to the side.

"Shut up, yellow-skinned monkey!"

Liu Xiaodong was pushed and choked without paying attention, and his head almost hit the chair in the front row.

!

I don't know if he was infected by the crazy atmosphere of the scene or the four words yellow-skinned monkey stimulated him, Liu Xiaodong turned around and gave the Sun fan a punch.

Liu Dongguo had been a soldier before, and now he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, not to mention this ordinary person in terms of fighting, ordinary professional sanda and boxers are not necessarily his opponents.

Now Liu Xiaodong stabbed the hornet's nest, surrounded by Sun fans, people watched their team lose, and the fans were beaten again, and they all rushed to Liu Xiaodong's side.

The off-court game has just ended, and the big battle on the stage is about to break out.

Although Liu Dong's kung fu is good, it is not so easy to be beaten by more than a dozen strong men, after all, people who like basketball are not the kind of weak otaku, one is stronger than the other.

After receiving a few punches on his body, Liu Xiaodong still beat several people down, and greeted the soft underbelly of the person, basically knocking down one with one punch.

"Hey, boy, stop!"

, fight and fight, what do you say. Liu Xiaodong pulled an outstretched arm and kicked a strong black man out with one kick.

Liu Xiaodong fought and retreated, and slowly retreated to the wall, and suddenly the pressure was greatly reduced, and the Sun fans in front of him gradually decreased after a while.

However, there are at least hundreds of Sun fans nearby, and even Liu Dongwusheng's possession is a little unsupportable.

Naturally, the brawl in the audience also attracted the attention of the audience, the players and the audience in front of the television.

"Damn, this brother is so fierce!"

"It looks like it should be our Chinese people, so hanging!"

"One husband should be closed, ten thousand people don't open it!"

"The game is over, let's listen to the opinions and comments of the two guests on the game, Kenny, how do you... Wait! Don't cut the camera yet, oh... God, what's going on there, a bunch of people beating up an Asian American? No... It's an Asian who is single-handedly picking up a bunch of people!"

"Hurry, photographer, go up!" Outside the live broadcast room of a sports channel, a bearded white man shouted into his mobile phone, and the whole person trembled with excitement, "Everyone prepare, the real live broadcast begins! That seems to be Mike, Mike has been defeated!"

"Hurry!

"Oh my god, I'm going to make sure to capture this historic scene!"

"Hey, Kobe, you're fighting in the stands!" Bynum, who was being interviewed on the court, suddenly patted Kobe Bryant on the shoulder!

"You still have the energy to care about this, don't be late for training tomorrow!" Kobe Bryant walked to the locker room without looking back.

"Well, that's like your fans!" Bynum shouted at Kobe, but the scene was so noisy that Kobe Bryant was destined to not hear it.

"Hey, hey, Stern's going to have a headache!" Bynum couldn't help but snicker as he watched the increasingly chaotic situation on stage.

The brawl, which was witnessed by hundreds of millions of people around the world, did not last long before it was stopped by the security guards and police who arrived on the road.

After the Auburn Hills palace brawl on 11/19/04, the NBA stepped up the defense of the arena.

In addition, this game is another match between the most popular players and one of the most popular teams in the league, and there are more than a dozen police officers on duty inside and outside the stadium in addition to security guards.

Liu Dong was not afraid of the security guards, but he was still instigated in the face of the loaded police, and let the police take him out.

Liu Dong remembered what Lao Wang told him that he must not run when he is interrogated by the police on the street, and he will never be soft on shooting Asians like them, especially Asians dressed in shabby clothes.

"Boy, be honest!"

"It's quite capable of fighting!"

Two black policemen grabbed Liu Dong's arm and came to the outside of the stadium from left to right, and pushed twice from time to time.

There was a police car parked at the door, and it seemed that they wanted to take Liu Dong directly to the police station.

"Ma Dan, I won't go to prison now, I heard that there is soap or something in it!"

In the police car driving to the police station, Liu Dong did not have the momentum of the fight just now, he had never entered the police station in his life except for going to the police station twice to get an ID card, thinking of many rumors about the prison on the Internet, plus the description of the prison in the classic movie "The Shawshank Redemption".

Thinking of this, Liu Dong clenched his legs inexplicably, and shivered all over.

The local police station in the stadium was not far away, and Liu Dong was taken to the police station after more than ten minutes, and after asking for a confession, he was put in a detention room to wait for the results of the investigation.

In addition to Liu Dong, there were several black people in the detention room who were discussing something loudly.

It is estimated that where the dialect is, Liu Dong only heard a few words of "Bichi" and "Fake".

But now his future is uncertain, it is impossible to hire a lawyer, Lao Wang Tou never watches the game, and he probably doesn't know his own business.

probably saw Liu Dong, the newcomer, standing at the door in a daze, looking like he was dragging and dragging, and a strong black man inside greeted him.

"Hey, yellow-skinned boy, what did you do?"

Liu Dong heard someone shouting that he glanced back, and said expressionlessly, "Fight!"

"Hahahaha!" The strong black man looked Liu Dong up and down as if he had heard some joke and said, "You kid is so pitiful, you have to come in after being beaten, what about the person who beat you?"

"Eh, no, why didn't you bleed?"

Liu Dong glanced at him and didn't answer, just stood there quietly.

"Hey, Tom, look!" the big black man was about to say something, but was slapped by his companion next to him.

The black man looked in the direction of his companion's finger, and the ESPN news was playing on the screen outside the detention room, and now the screen was playing the part of Liu Dong who had just fought.

What is clearly displayed on the screen is that the yellow man on it is this "cellmate".

"Ugh!"

The black strong man looked at the big screen and looked at Liu Dong, and immediately turned around and continued the topic with his companion.

"I think Jenny is good, that big ass, tsk!"

At this time, in a bar in Los Angeles, a white young man saw a scene on the big screen and immediately stood up and shouted excitedly, "That's my seat, I used six tickets to get No. 81 in row 8, and that jersey is also mine, damn Chinatown boy!"

A young man wearing the No. 8 purple and gold jersey next to him patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "It's okay Tony, didn't Kobe win!" and then made a gesture to the big screen to clink glasses.

The white young man looked at the screen and kicked a black man as strong as him twice as strong as him, slapped the table hatefully, picked up the beer in front of him and drank it all in one gulp and slammed it on the table.

"Hey, don't get excited if you win, you'll lose money if you smash the table!" said the bartender, who was wiping his glass at the bar.

“F...” The white young man immediately held back before he could say a word of national scolding.

"Young people are getting more and more excited these days!" said the bartender, who was a head taller than the white youth and whose arms were thicker than his thighs, looked at him suspiciously, shook his head, and muttered to himself.

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