Chapter 185: Superstar Medal Team!

"Dennis, how about you look at my dress? Handsome! "Charles. Barkley kept looking back and forth in the mirror.

"Hah! Don't be ashamed! Charles, just like you, when a fat pig is sold, people are too fat! It's also handsome! "Dennis. Rodman sarcastically mocked Charles as he straightened his bow tie. Buckley.

"You guy who can wear eight holes in his nose, how do you know the definition of a handsome guy! A fat man like Charles is obviously a handsome guy in the pig herd! "Patrick. Ewing interjected on the side.

"Ewing, don't think you're a little taller and say you're slim, and don't look at your bucket waist, you're not the Patrick of 2o years ago, but the Patrick of 2o years ago was a gorilla! You're just wearing two Armani pieces that don't look like people," Charles. Barkley scoffed, fiddling with his Armani outfit.

"You guys, don't stink! The most handsome person we have here today is Kwame! Don't show off! "Michael. Finley said as he studied his own hair-free type.

"Hah! Yes! The most handsome today is our Monopoly - Kwame. Mr. Brown said as several people gathered around me, and then everyone stretched out their claws and kept messing with my clothes, ties, and shapes.

"Okay, no! Come on! "Tracy. McGrady pushed the door open and greeted.

"That's it! Stop it! You see it goes on like this, Kwame. Brown is the most handsome star in the world! Hurry, Michael is in a hurry. "Charles. Barkley ravaged my suit again and began to preach what seemed serious.

I stood up under the ravages of all the bigwigs, looked at the crumpled suit on my body, and wanted to cry without tears!

Michael. Jordan and the others laughed out loud after seeing my peculiar shape: "I said Kwamei, you will let you dress up at 8 o'clock in the morning, you see, a whole hour has passed, you *** made this virtue!" ”

"I ......" I just wanted to speak, but I was killed by Charles. Buckley, the bastard, interrupted.

"I said I'll get it for you! You've got to get it yourself! See, if you don't have my help, you won't even be able to get your clothes in order......"

I want to cry without tears! This gang is hurting!

"That's it! All right! Hurry up and get in the car! If it's late, it's going to be afternoon! Hurry up and get in the car! "Michael. Jordan waved his hand.

Wait for everyone to get into their luxury car, Michael. Jordan waved his hand, and more than a dozen luxury cars drove towards the prize redemption point.

There is only one state between Washington and Nevada, and this time Michael. Jordan decided that everyone would drive a luxury car to Las Vegas, Nevada, to cheer me up. It's beautiful, but it's also very luxurious, because I have to pay for everyone's money, and every time I go to a gas station, I have to run to the toll booth like a turtle grandson and wait to pay the bill. Rodman's group of birdmen passed me with every refuel, and one by one they shouted hello: "Kwame! Still have money? If you don't have any money, my brother can lend you a little, but you have to pay interest! Borrow $1 and pay back $1oo! Haha......"

By the time the motorcade pulled into the high intersection of Las Vegas, there were already countless reporters waiting at the high intersection.

Charles. Barkley, the old bastard, opened the car door and shouted, "Ladies! Gentlemen! Hurry up and go to the Shahe Group and wait, Kwamei. Brown said that everyone who congratulated him was 10,000 dollars! Go for them! Go! Haha......"

"Go! Everyone who goes there has it! "Dennis. Rodman opened the car door and coaxed at the right time.

Originally, many people were watching us, and the two of them shouted, and countless people rushed to their cars and drove their cars to the headquarters of the Sands Group at 99 Diamond Avenue, the fourth block of Las Vegas.

"Haha! Kwame! Lao Tzu is smart! Now there will be no one blocking the road to delay us! How grateful you are to me! But don't promise by yourself, you kid will give tens of millions! "Charles. Barkley turned back and shouted to the convoy behind him.

"Hah! Barkley, you're *** fat like that, how can anyone promise it! How can you be a person with a figure like Tracy! "Dennis. Rodman shouted from behind.

"Dennis! I didn't offend you! Why did you get involved with me? Maddie peeked out of the last car.

"Let's go! Let's go! Don't shout! Let's go! "Michael. Jordan came out to administer justice!

Countless reporters, countless gamblers, and countless travelers stood on the street, looking at this mighty convoy from the windows upstairs and from the rooftop, and there was envy! There is jealousy! There is also hate! Of course, there are still a few people who hate me, only those people from the Sands Group! Maybe the bets that are about to be paid to me will include their bonuses and benefits!

Charles. Barkley stepped out of the first car and faced the camera, the big fat man laughed, posed, and kept playing haha with those reporters, saying nasty jokes!

Flower monk Anthony. Walker got out of the second car, grinned, and shouted under the flickering of the magnesium lights: "Lao Tzu threw so much silver in your Jinsha Group, and Lao Tzu finally came to get the silver today!" Haha......"

"Flower Monk! Is it you *** taking the silver? It's Kwame. Brown came to fetch the silver! Haha...... "Dennis. Rodman got out of the car.

"Come with Kwame to get the money, and you will take the money! It's not silver anyway! Haha, how? It's hard for you Rodman didn't send money to this Sands Group? Haha, don't fucking pretend to be generous! I guess you've been hating this for a long time! Haha...... "Anthony. Walker laughed.

I got out of the car and the head of the Sands Group, Gary. Paterson walked up with two men, Gary. With that bitter smile on his face, Petterson said, "Mr. Brown! Tired all the way! ”

I hurried with Gary. Paterson shook hands and said, "I've kept you waiting!" ”

"Let's go in and talk!" Gary. Paterson said.

Me and Michael. Jordan nodded and followed Gary. Paterson heads to Sands headquarters!

"Mr. Brown, say a few words!"

"Mr. Jordan, say a few words!"

Countless reporters rushed up and handed the microphones up, and the security guards of the Sands Group stopped them outside. Jordan didn't want to annoy Sands and ignored the reporters' questions.

But Dennis. Rodman, Charles. Rodman, Anthony. Walker and the others didn't care about it, and kept yelling at the TV camera.

I heard the voice of a reporter behind me.

"Ladies! Gentlemen! We anticipated Kwamei. Brown would hire a large number of bodyguards, but it was Michael who would protect him. Jordan, Charles. Barkley, Dennis. Rodman, Anthony. Walker, Tracy. McGrady, Tony. Kukochi, Patrick. Ewing, Ratrier. Sprewell, Luke. Longley, Charles. Oakley, Mike. A superstar escort of superstars like Miller! ”

Superstar Guardians!

That's a good name! Although these birdmen talk nonsense and mess around all day long, it is clear that the name is very much in line with their identity.

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