Celtic's training camp was going on in an orderly manner, and as the intensity of training and the number of projects increased, the Celtic players felt more and more that their brains were running out of balance.

The first is that Leon's Hawkeye training system has opened the eyes of all the newcomers to the Celtics, especially Rick Carlisle, who didn't expect this guy to have such an open ability. In this regard, other assistant coaches have said that Carlisle is rare and strange.

Kevin Garnett, on the other hand, is really quite adaptable, and in just two days, he was completely able to accept Leon's strange training defense and performed quite well in training. Although this will be his ninth season in the league and close to ten years of NBA football, he is in excellent physical condition, with peak skill and awareness.

And when the training gradually got on track, it was rare to see the players in the team giggling, and everyone began to tense their nerves, especially after the start of the pre-season in October, the whole team was in a state of imminent action.

Every morning the players arrive early and start free exercises, some to strengthen, some to shoot, some to find an assistant coach to polish their technique, or simply to work on their fitness. From top to bottom, Celtic are in a good training atmosphere, with the exception of one person, veteran Strickland.

When training camp first started in mid-September, Strickland was the only player absent from the camp. However, as a veteran, the team can also understand, after all, in this league, seniority still has a lot of privileges.

So the old gentleman didn't arrive until the end of September, when the preseason was about to start, and the boss reluctantly came to Boston to participate in the training camp.

And within two days, I asked Arenas and Pierce about where the bars in Boston were fun and where the nightclubs were energetic, the two of them had been training hard all summer, and they also sweated the most in the training camp, so how could they have the heart to go to bars and nightclubs.

So Strickland couldn't ask anything, and he actually asked Fox Leon after training on the afternoon of October 2.

"Hey Fox, what's there to do in Boston, at night." In the parking lot, Strickland asked, standing in front of Leon's car. This veteran who has been playing in the NBA for more than ten years has long lost the prime of his life, and he has become a court bastard, relying on his only remaining ability to find a team in the NBA to make a living.

Veterans are like this, using them well is a treasure, which can become a spiritual catalyst for the team and bring positive energy to the team; If it is not used well, it is a piece of dung, which not only stinks but also attracts flies, and is an out-and-out corrupting agent.

Of course, Danny Angie signed him with the idea that there is an old man in the family, and as for whether this veteran can become a treasure, it naturally depends on Leon's training.

In terms of wheel age, Strickland is older than Leon, so from the bottom of his heart, Strickland doesn't respect Leon very much, an old ball like him doesn't matter whether a coach has won the championship or not, they look at seniority, Leon's lack of qualifications is no different from a rookie like Dior in his eyes.

Leon heard this old guy ask this question and asked himself, and wanted to teach him a lesson, but after thinking about it, it is useless for you to reason with this kind of old player, unless you are Michael Jordan, so Leon changed his mind and decided to take him out to play.

When it comes to playing, most players in the NBA have three aspects: alcohol, gambling, women, and a few who are contaminated with contraband. Leon beckoned Strickland directly to get in the car and wanted to take him to the neighborhoods of Boston's South Side to get a taste of Boston at night.

Since becoming famous, Leon has rarely been to the Southside, which has a past he doesn't want to get involved in, and he's worried that it will be a big problem if he gets run into by the Irish Gang.

Still, he decided to take Strickland to a bar and casino that he and Rodman used to frequent, so that Strickland could experience the hope and despair at the table.

Strickland was still quite excited, one of his biggest hobbies was drinking, the other was gambling, and in Leon's car, he Rory talked about his gambling experience in various cities, how to win money, how to lose money.

Leon scoffed at this, he wanted to tell him that he was basically a VIP in major casinos in the United States, and he would immediately be a guest of honor, and Strickland would immediately worship him as a teacher.

Soon, Leon drove to his destination, a bar called "Capone", the front of the bar is not large, this is a unique style of Boston, large shops and small doors, and there is no hole in the inside.

The bar is divided into three floors, one with a dance floor, two private rooms, and a casino on the third floor. Leon took Strickland to the bar as soon as he entered the bar and went straight to the third floor, tonight Leon was going to tell Strickland to lose a clean yo, and then help him win the money back, and later warn him to gamble less and train early.

As soon as he arrived on the third floor, Leon felt that something was wrong, he had been here many times in the past, and the casino on the third floor was divided into two rooms, one side was a gambling machine, and the other was a casino with a dealer sitting in the bank. Business here has always been very good, the left and right doors are always open, and customers can go wherever they want to play.

But tonight, the door of the room on the right for the gambling machine is hidden, and although it doesn't seem like a big problem, Leon, who has always been careful, feels that something is wrong. He grabbed Strickland, who wanted to continue walking, and then heard someone follow up the stairs behind him.

At this moment, the hidden door of the right room opened, and two large men with knives rushed out.

Leon knew that this time he accidentally came to the South Side, and he was in trouble. With his left hand, he pulled the stunned Strickland and rushed straight to the stairs, and with his right hand picked up the stainless steel trash can in front of the stairs, and pointed at the guy who was following him, who was carrying a machete in his hand.

The first guy knocked out of the head, and Leon kicked him down the stairs. The stairs of the Boston bar were narrow, and there were three people who followed, the one in front was the strongest, he fainted and rolled again, and the two in the back all staggered.

Leon was like a tiger going down the stairs, stepping on these three guys in three steps and two steps to go down to the second floor, although Strickland was frightened behind, but after all, he was a professional athlete, and his hands and feet were also very fast, and he followed Leon to the first floor in a few seconds.

Leon on the first floor and the second floor did not encounter any obstacles, and it seemed that the other party had suddenly discovered Fox Leon's whereabouts and did not prepare for this ambush carefully.

"It must be from the Irish Gang!" This thought flashed through Leon's mind, he didn't expect that after such a long time, the Irish gang would still refuse to let him go, even if he was now a celebrity in Boston. Perhaps it was because he was a celebrity in Boston that Frank kept an eye on him.

Once on the first floor, Leon told Strickland to leave as soon as possible and told him to call the police as soon as he got out.

Although Strickland didn't know what was going on, he was an old fritter, he grew up in the black part of New York, he had eaten and seen it, and knew that something must have happened, no matter how many seven twenty-one spread his legs and ran towards the gate. There was no obstacle all the way, and he ran out like this.

Leon didn't rush to leave, the dance floor on the first floor was still full of people, and the movement on the third floor didn't affect people writhing in the lights and music at all. Leon disappeared into the crowd like a shark, his eyes searching for Frank.

He remembered Frank, the somewhat balding, blonde bearded guy who always wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, but he wasn't short-sighted at all, just to make himself look a little more present.

Soon, Frank was seen in the corner on Leon's east side, he had come down from the second floor, and he looked around, as if he was also looking for Leon.

Frank also accidentally learned that this guy Fox Leon was here tonight, he had heard that Leon often came here in the past, but he had never met him once. Ever since Leon surprisingly became the Celtics' coach, Frank's resentment towards this guy has grown.

Frank has been waiting for him on the South Side since he escaped with a prison trick three years ago, and he has become a celebrity after more than three years, and this summer he has become a hero in Boston. Leon became a hero, Frank became a bear, inherited Balger's style, and Frank, who had revenge, turned a big heel on Leon.

Now in the South End, he is no longer the leader of the word, more and more people dare to resist him, you must know that Balger's group of Irish gangs is not a big gang in the first place, and the way they maintain their power is not to recruit countless younger brothers, but to do what they say and have the prestige brought by revenge.

Without this, there would be no basis for their survival.

Tonight is so good that one of Frank's henchmen actually sees Fox Leon driving to the bar from the balcony, and Frank decides to teach him a lesson.

Naturally, he didn't dare to kill Leon, but let him be injured, guilty, and leave something behind, he still dared, so that he would not become a sworn enemy of the whole city of Boston and be hunted down by the police, and it would also allow him to regain his lost prestige, or even more than before.

So, Frank hurriedly gathered five thugs, two from another staircase to the third floor to ambush, three from behind, who knew that Leon was so sharp, relying on a fierce aura, actually ran away.

Frank looked at the people on the dance floor on the first floor who were still dancing to their heart's content, and the light here was so bad that he knew he couldn't find Leon.

Frank was about to go back to the second floor and spend the night in a private room, when he saw a man walking towards him against the lights on the dance floor, and he couldn't see the other person's face, but he thought it was coming for him.

"Who? Mark? Frank thought it was his subordinate, Mark Willis.

Then Frank felt a swift black shadow rush towards him, his body froze and he couldn't run, and a huge fist flew towards him.

He heard the sound of his nose cracking, echoing through the cavity of his skull. (To be continued.) )