The basketball that came from a high altitude hit Malone straight into the door of his glowing head, and Kobe Bryant, who was standing at close range, could even see Malone's deformed scalp and splashing sweat.

Boom –

After a muffled sound, a pound-heavy basketball spun and flew to the height of a three-story building.

But no one cares about basketball anymore.

The referee grew his mouth, and the whistle slipped from his mouth; Stern, in front of the TV, shook his hand and knocked over the coffee cup on the table; The noisy audience on the sidelines also seemed to have pressed the mute button, just waiting to watch the scene on the field with big eyes and excitement.

Ma Long is a tough guy in the end, he only stumbled two steps after being smothered by a ball, and did not fall directly to the ground.

When the stars in front of the dazed Malone dispersed, he saw Mo Wen who was blocked and pushed by the Lakers players.

"Old man, tomatoes, give face."

"It's your ability to play black hands when you're playing, and you have to give me a penalty shot, it's true that your father has no temper, right?"

"Aren't you very good at fighting, come, give you a chance, stand up like a man and fight with labor and management."

Mo Wen himself was not very excited, but just put on a posture of a gangster big brother and made an appointment with Ma Long, who was standing not far away.

In the case that it was not a copy, Mo Wen originally thought about whether to endure it first and then elbow it back, but the more he took a step back and thought about it, the more angry he became.

Why should labor and management get used to this old man?

Malone dares to play like this during non-game time, and all those who are bullied by him and don't fight back are responsible.

The Lakers' players didn't notice the black elbow that Malone gave to Mo Wen just now, but no one expected this kid to be so tiger.

This is Ma Long, that big elbow is thicker than the thighs of many guards, this is a few dishes ordered, and so much drunk.

The arrogant Malone is also short-tempered, and he was about to rush over with his fist, but he was hugged by Peyton, who was quick-eyed.

"Don't stop me, Gary (Peyton) I'm going to kill that little."

This goal is definitely the biggest insult Malone has received in his career.

was smashed on the head by a rookie with the ball, and he made an appointment, and if he didn't get this game back, what face would he have to play on the court in the future.

Fortunately, O'Neill, who was big enough tonnage, stopped him in time and dragged Ma Long with his weight of 300 pounds.

The Pistons' players are also holding Mo Wen back, and although it looks like they can't do anything, they look like they're finally under control.

The referee who puts the whistle back to his mouth will also start to control the situation on the field.

I didn't fight, it's just a small problem, but it's okay... It's okay...

But who would have thought that the players blocking on both sides had the intention of releasing water, and Mo Wen could even feel that someone had pushed himself.

You can't really pull on the pitch, because if you pull a teammate and the opposite side rushes over, your teammate can only be a target.

In the final analysis, the players on both sides are very confident in their own villains, one is an invincible opponent in the world with elbows, and the other is unharmed by one pick and four, who is afraid of whom.

The space opened by the people on both sides just now has become an excellent arena for Mo Wen and Ma Long.

Seeing the two rushing together again, Barkley in the studio also changed from basketball commentary to fighting commentary.

"The players on both sides failed to hold it, Mo and Malone shook off their teammates, and the two are finally going to fight!"

"Wow, Ma Long threw two punches first, but they were both flexibly dodged by Mo."

"The two of them are close, it's bad, this kid can't fight with Ma Long in close quarters, I can't get Ma Long at this distance... Wait, what, Marlon was brought down by Mo with an elbow?! ”

"Mo rode directly on Ma Long, he actually crushed the big truck under him, even buy Ka, what did I see, the number one villain in the NBA was actually beaten by a rookie."

"Hahaha, well done, Mo, give me two more punches to this bastard!"

Barkley excitedly wanted to take off his clothes off the court and beat Malone with Mo Wen - in the 99 playoffs, Malone elbowed Barkley, which directly reimbursed Ba Fat's season, and also elbowed Ba Fat's last championship hope.

"Ahem, pay attention to Charles, we're still live streaming."

Rabarkley, laughing and crying, pulled back into his seat.

The players on the field were stunned for a while, this scene was too shocking.

Isaiah of the elbow threw stitches, the elbow "Admiral" Robinson fell to the ground unconscious, the Marshall ribs of the elbow were broken, the Barkley muscle of the elbow was torn, and the Nash front teeth of the elbow were broken.

Mo Wen and Ip Man played a set of Wing Chun against Ma Long's pectoralis major muscle.

It's not that Ma Long didn't want to resist, but every time he had already moved, he hit his joint tendon first, so that he couldn't exert his strength at all.

The referee blew the whistle and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Mo Wen up from Malone with the Lakers and Pistons players.

"That's it, old Zamao, you better retire quickly."

Mo Wen spat at Ma Long, who was hugging his head.

"You're enough, where do you think this is? This is the home court of the Lakers! ”

Although O'Neal was a little sad when he watched Mo Wen beat Ma Long (he didn't eat Ma Long's elbows less), as his current teammate and the boss of the team, he also had to stand up.

The Pistons players also felt that it was almost the same, and began to really use force to pull Mo Wen back.

There was no doubt that Mo Wen was ejected directly from the field and retreated to the locker room under the escort of his teammates and the boos of the fans.

And Malone was also helped off the field after being examined by the team doctor.

The on-site director is also a master of the whole work, and he keenly captured the smiles of O'Neal, Kobe and the Zen master because of a flash.

I'm sorry, Carl, I can't help it.

When the surrounding cameras swept across the audience, many Lakers fans did not show the anger that their players should have after being beaten, but applauded.

In the final analysis, Malone, who has only played less than 30 games for Los Angeles, has not made any contribution to the Lakers, let alone been recognized by Los Angeles fans, and many fans also look down on this guy who used to be a bad offender against their star in the past, and now he takes the initiative to come over and hug his legs in order to compete for the championship.

Ma Long, who returned to the locker room, was dead-faced, and the physical pain was secondary, and he knew that the reputation he had fought for half his life was all over after this war.

He could think of the media and the ridicule of his former opponents - what a tough guy, a macho man, a strongman, just a "wreck" who was beaten by a 20-year-old Asian young man.

He really wanted to go around to the away lounge to fight Mo Wen again, but that kid's ruthless and decisive kung fu made him unsure.

Except for waving his fist at the beginning, Ma Long has never been able to touch Mo Wen later.

"That kid is very professional, he picks your thick flesh and beats it, he punches so hard that I wonder if he will break his hand." Lakers team doctor Philip was amazed as he helped Malone deal with his wounds.

"Filly, do you think you're humorous?"

The Zen master was still worried about whether Malone had been injured, while Larry Brown was cursing Mo Wenhulai.

Because it was just a conflict between Ma Long and Mo Wen, the order of the game was quickly restored after the two left.

But not many people care about the game on the field, whether it is the fans at the scene, the commentary in the studio, or the audience in front of the TV, they just want to watch the review of this "big war".

They're tired of watching basketball or anything, and WWE's kind of playbooked match-fixing wrestling game is not exciting at all.

It has to be this real conflict, a real fist-to-flesh man fight, strong enough, exciting, authentic!

The director knows how to play back, and he took a long timeout to start defense, starting with Mo Wen's free throws, to Ma Long's elbow Mo Wen, and then to Mo Wen smashing the ball, the two clashed head-on, and directly put the context of the matter on the screen.

"Ma Long is really still as dirty as before, but unfortunately he met a Chinese who knows kung fu this time."

"Is that Asian or Chinese, he is so cool, Ma Long is such a big guy and he was put down by him at once."

"It feels like watching a kung fu movie, with the little guy pressing the big guy and beating it."

"Am I the only one who thinks that Chinese is not a good person? - He actually let Carl go! ”

The Los Angeles fans who talk about the giants every day can't do anything to cheer for the criminals, and when the matter is put on the table, not many people feel sorry for Ma Long.

Larry Brown figured it out, and he didn't even blame Mo Wen for anything.

The environment of the ugly country is like this, no one will recognize a bad breed who is offended and doesn't dare to fight back, if he dares to accuse, then he will be sprayed with a soft egg coach in the future.

Of course, if Mo Wen is banned, the second and third positions of the Pistons will have to rely on three people to play.

The game was eventually won by the Pistons, who were more resilient defensively, and Mo Wen's score was fixed at 17 points.

"It's a great fight." Barkley looked after the game.

"Maybe it's a good adjustment for the fans, but the old man in Manhattan is going to have a headache."

Kenny Smith smiled playfully at Barkley.

"So Charles, I think we can move on to the next part as well?"

"What's the link, has the director team added any new programs?" Barkley asked, feigning a dumbness.

"No, no, no, do you need me to remind you, Sir Ba, of our bet······ The great Sir Bar won't be relatable, will he? ”

"Oh, of course Sir Ba won't be on the bill, not to mention that I'm in a good mood today, and I'm actually happy to show my great ass in front of everyone - as long as the show team doesn't deduct my money."

Barkley put on a mixed face and was about to get up and untie his belt.

"If you dare, I'll punish you for crying Buckley!" The director of the surveillance room program hurriedly stopped Barkley through the headset, giving the audience the idea of showing the audience his biggest ass in history.

"There's no way around it, it looks like you'll have to wait until I wear panties that day to fulfill the bet." Barkley smugly frayed at Kenny.

"People all over the United States know that Sir Ba doesn't like to wear underwear, it's not that I want to miss the appointment, it's because my lifestyle habits don't allow it. Of course, if you want to enjoy it alone, I don't mind fulfilling the bet in private. ”

"Okay, I hired a donkey last time, and I don't mind asking a comrade to do it for me this time." Kenny Smith snorted.

"Kenny, you're really the most vicious black guy I've ever seen!"