This is what Dennis Rodman has ever encountered in his life and what seems to be the second stupid request he has made - the first stupid is that Madonna wants to have a baby with him.

Originally, Rodman thought that it would be a professional scout with glasses, a mouth full of chicken soup or a utilitarian analysis of the situation, but he has seen a lot of such guys, and he thinks that they are just a bunch of guys attached to the players to suck blood. These people who are deformed and can't even run back and forth on the court, but they can sit on the sidelines and judge the players, and even decide the life and death of a player's basketball career.

This bias has to do with his experience, and the history of joining the NBA as an undrafted player has always kept Rodman in mind, and one constant in his eccentric and volatile personality is that he will never forgive those who once looked down on him.

When Leon walked into Rodman's room, Rodman felt that he was an unusual man, he was tall, with a more beautiful face, but with black eyes.

He walked steadily and calmly, his long hair was a little flowing, but he was meticulously groomed, and his whole body was dressed very formally and well-fitting, unlike some basketball workers who made it sloppy, as if others didn't know they were workaholics.

This reminds Rodman of the former "Million Dollar Daddy" Chuck Daley, who is also always meticulously dressed.

As he got closer, Rodman could vaguely see some of the scars on Leon's face through his sunglasses, apparently a man who had fought for a long time, which made Rodman curious about what kind of life this scout had experienced before.

Rodman didn't react to his opening words, he had seen a lot of this kind of trick of wanting to promote and suppress first, if he really didn't want to come, then don't come.

But then he turned to women, and before meeting Leon, Rodman did fight a blonde and a black girl, which made him a little tired, which made him wonder how Leon knew.

Rodman wasn't a curious person, but Leon did it twice in a row, so he decided to take a gamble with him.

Rodman, of course, didn't know that if Leon had guessed the coin and then had Leon flip it, the odds of losing the simple gamble would be almost 100 percent, because Leon could determine which side was up the moment he covered the coin.

So, fifteen minutes later, the two men were standing in the boxing ring in the gym on the 22nd floor of the Seaview Hotel, with Rodman shirtless and a pair of black shorts, while Leon was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. The rope fence was already full of tenants who had come up to work out in the hotel, and some had already pulled out their cameras and started taking pictures.

Leon knew that the wrestling match that Rodman came to Australia to participate in was not a real fight, but a performance entertainment, just like the WWE he participated in with Carl Malone, there was a special script and action design, and Rodman came to Sydney to prepare for the fight, in fact, it was a script and practice movements.

Although it is a show, professional wrestling requires participants to have very good physical fitness, and their goal is not to knock out their opponents, but to complete difficult moves while ensuring that they do not get hurt.

Leon is the complete opposite, although fake boxing is also a performance, but when he was training, it was a real boxing training, not only that, but he also has a wealth of experience in street fighting, coupled with sharp awareness and super fast nerve reaction speed, now Fox Leon's boxing level is semi-professional.

Of course Rodman doesn't know this, he's very confident in his body, of course he's excited, this guy is purely crazy, once he thinks something interesting and wants to do it, then he doesn't think about the consequences and effects of it, his world is so busy how can he have time to think about it.

He waved his arms at the makeshift crowd and dragged one up for him to be the referee, ready to knock Leon to a stun and warm up for his Gen I superstar wrestling match. And there are people taking pictures at the scene, if it is in the newspaper to stir it up, then things will be even more fun.

But Leon on the other side didn't seem to panic, didn't warm up, didn't take a deep breath, just stood there blankly, then looked up at the clock, and said to Rodman: "It's 11:19 in the morning, I guess your agent will get the news and rush here in ten minutes, so it must be over in ten minutes, I hope you can hurry." ”

Rodman shook his head and replied, "I'll get you done soon." ”

Leon shook his head: "I hope you realize soon, you can't beat me." ”

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Rodman was a smart man, he didn't take ten minutes to realize the problem, he only took five minutes to realize it, because he couldn't touch Leon at all.

Leon isn't particularly fast, nothing is particularly fast for someone who has experienced a high-intensity, high-speed professional game like the NBA, but he just can't touch Leon.

It didn't take long for Rodman to realize that it wasn't a matter of speed, it was purely a matter of consciousness, and his actions were seen through.

Professional basketball and fighting are very different, a person who has not undergone professional combat training, his behavior in fighting often comes from instinct, and this instinctive action is often clumsy, no matter how tall Rodman is, how flexible his body is, how flexible his waist and legs are, and how agile his body is, his movements are still too stupid in Leon's eyes.

As soon as he came up, he spread his arms and rushed over like a big crab, just like Carl Malone in WWE, he wanted to use his height and reach to lock Leon all at once, and then come to a beautiful German-style arch bridge to throw Leon out, and then someone finally took a picture.

As a result, Leon squatted and dodged with a low waist and easily dodged.

In fact, in the moment Leon flashed, Rodman was already in the gap, and he could have smashed Rodman's jaw with a bottom-up hook, so that he could no longer press on himself, just like when he had just come to this time and space, he knocked out Kleiman "The Iron Head" with one punch.

In the end, Leon held back, he had come to take Rodman back to Boston to play for the Celtics, and the team needed a lively Rodman, not a Rodman who was pushed back in a wheelchair with a cast on his chin.

In the minutes that followed, no matter how much Rodman tried to grab Leon and throw him down, he just couldn't touch a single hair of Leon.

Finally, when Prince rushed into the gym and yelled at the two, Rodman finally conceded defeat, and he crossed his waist and gasped and said to Leon, "You son of a bitch, you're more slippery than a loach." You're right, maybe I'm really not fit to wrestle, and the ones I participate in are just tricks for kids, holding a script and doing some pre-set moves, no different from miscellaneous notes. This is completely different from the direct fight of real knives and guns. I swear, I'll go back with you. ”

This is Rodman, sometimes capricious, but sometimes he feels like a promise, because he has less reason in his brain and more passion. He sensed something interesting in Leon, and he kind of wanted to go to Boston to play around.

Leon's task was completed, he felt relaxed, in fact, he was almost caught by Rodman just now, he was really quite agile, he didn't look like a person who was almost 40 years old, he was worthy of a professional player, and Leon's physical strength was a little unbearable. Looks like Prince saved him.

"I have one more question for you." Rodman said as he walked over to Leon and put his arm on his shoulder. "How did you know I had a fight with two girls in the room just now? Don't tell me you listened at the door for an hour. ”

Rodman's curiosity didn't seem to have faded.

Leon smiled and said, "I just spent a hundred Australian dollars at the front desk before going to your room to see the ID copy of the person who just registered into your room, and fortunately, the copy is quite clear." ”