"Smack! Syllable! ”

Zhou Quan stretched out his hand and patted Jordan's old face twice, and said with a smile: "Alas, Michael, you are gone, what are you doing when you come back?" ”

"You?"

The pain subsided slightly, Jordan was about to regain his breath, and he was so angry with this sentence that his liver hurt.

"Don't worry, I don't use much strength, the pain will pass, you should thank me for being merciful." Zhou Quan smiled.

After saying that, he shouted at the bull and the others, "Do you want to fight? If you don't fight, you will get this guy away, and my men will be merciful, and it shouldn't affect his game. ”

Pippen and the others hurriedly came up and got Jordan aside and sat against the wall, while Zhou Quan turned around and left.

"Falk oil! Iron Fist, this alliance has me without you. ”

Jordan, who had eased up, wiped a handful of tears and snot, stared at Zhou Quan's back and scolded.

"Michael, are you alright? It seems that Iron Fist is not lying, he did hold back, and that day he broke two bones of the Postman with one punch. Pippen said.

Jordan glared at Pippen, could it be that he stayed hard, and I still have to thank him?

He opened his mouth to get his teammates not to tell him what he had just embarrassed, but he closed his mouth again, and he really couldn't open that mouth.

Because his teammates don't all have a good relationship with him, even Pippen, in fact, the private relationship is average.

As for Grant, he was bullied by him so badly that he was afraid of him and didn't dare to turn his face with him.

What happened just now is likely to spread out in a short time.

Shet, as soon as he thought of this, he regretted that he had died, he really shouldn't have come back just now.

He sat here for another ten minutes, and only left with his teammates when his body was almost recovered.

"Oh, good luck with a bull."

On the way back to the locker room, they ran into several more reporters.

A reporter asked, "Michael, did you see Iron Fist just now?" ”

"No, don't be that rookie in front of me." Jordan said angrily.

"Michael, don't you admire him very much?" The reporter was surprised.

"When did I say anything about admiring him?" Jordan asked unhappily.

"You once said things like 'I praise the iron fist,' and the media reported it, and you can't deny it." The reporter said.

"Then I'll take that sentence back."

Cold and hateful language, Jordan's blood-red eyes stared at the reporters, and the reporters couldn't help but feel suffocating pressure.

"I'm going to score 50 points on that rookie's head tonight, and I will do what I say."

Jordan was angry, put down a cruel sentence, and then pushed the reporter away and left.

“50+？ There's a good show to watch tonight, they must have had a conflict, and it's serious. ”

"They are mortal enemies, except for the last game, when Ranbir and Thomas were not there, which game between them over the years was not a battle of life and death?"

"For sure, the Pistons' current record is rushing up, the Bulls feel threatened, their relationship is not good, and it's back to the way it was."

"Then tonight will be another epic battle."

"Yes, Michael Jordan won't allow the Pistons to get back on their feet, he'll do everything he can to knock the Pistons down."

"I wonder if the Smiling Assassins will return to the starting lineup? Without him, I don't think the Pistons can beat the Bulls right now. ”

"Actually, he can't do it anymore, otherwise he will be swept away? The Pistons chose to develop Iron Fist as a good choice. ”

After the Bulls players left, a group of reporters were talking.

Jordan, whose face was like an iron plate, returned to the visiting team's locker room, threw his suit directly into the trash, and did not speak, sitting there like a volcano about to erupt, making the Bulls' locker room like a dead man, and no one dared to speak.

"How?"

Phil Jackson, the head coach who came in, noticed that the atmosphere was not right and immediately asked.

"Uh, Coach, we just ran into Iron Fist." Grant said.

"There's a conflict?" Phil Jackson's face tightened, and he hurriedly asked.

"Skirmish, it's all right." Grant said.

Jordan heard the skirmish and glared at Grant fiercely.

Grant doesn't care, the relationship is not good, he has already made up his mind and will leave the Bulls as soon as the contract is over.

Jackson breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Iron Fist has not had any other violence during this period of time except for that locker room and the last fight with the postman, and his defensive style is different from the previous Bad Boy Army, and he does not belong to the Bad Boy Army, so we don't have to maintain such a tense relationship with him, so as not to cause conflict." ”

Jordan snorted coldly, Iron Fist, that bastard really doesn't belong to the Bad Boy Army, but he is more domineering than the Bad Boy Army, and he lost face just now.

Jackson smiled: "It's a pity that our signing is too late, otherwise I was selected last time, and I am confident that I can complete the dynasty." ”

"Without him, we would have been able to complete the dynasty."

Jordan snorted coldly, full of absolute self-consciousness and said: "I said, this is the beginning of an era, this is my time. ”

A trace of bad thought rose in Jackson's heart, because the strength of his main point guard in the face of Iron Fist is not enough to see!

The last time he faced off was the Iron Fist of his debut, and Paxson couldn't handle it, let alone the current Iron Fist?

Jordan stood up at this time, stared at all the people with a pair of red eyes, and said in an extremely stern tone: "We have defeated the army of bad boys, we must not allow them to get up again, never allow it."

From now on, from this game, we have to treat it as a war, as before, either they fall or we fall. ”

The murderous voice made the bull's locker room instantly turn into a gladiatorial room full of great pressure, and a killing was about to begin.

On the home team's dressing room, Isaiah Thomas approached Chuck Daley, and the two came outside to communicate about the upcoming game.

It used to be the norm, and they even communicated before each game, with Daley in charge of setting up the tactics and Thomas in charge of executing the tactics, and they complemented each other perfectly.

But that was before, and it was the first time since Thomas made a comeback that he spoke to Daley before the game.

Daley understands very well that this is because the opponent is the Bulls, it is Michael Jordan, the sworn enemy of the Pistons and the Smiling Assassins.

"Coach, tonight I want to get back into the starting lineup, I'm going to deal with Michael Jordan personally, the iron fist is still too tender, he can't help that guy."

Daly couldn't help but fall silent.

He remembers very clearly that in the four games swept in the Eastern Conference finals, Thomas averaged only 16.5 points per game, with a shooting rate of barely 40%, and his strength was far from the peak, while Jordan averaged 29.75 points per game, with a shooting rate of 55%, and the best game reached 64.7%, and his strength has entered the peak.