"Iron Fist, Isaiah can't fight." Mark Aguirre shouted under the basket.

Everyone, from teammates to fans, looked at Zhou Quan.

We all know that he is the future set by Pistons management, and now that the Assassins are injured at the hands of the Bulls, he needs to make a statement.

Zhou Quan walked over, and the referee said: "Iron Fist, calm down, this is just an accident, it is a normal body collision." ”

He glanced at Cobra Grant, his eyes hidden under the glasses were only dark, he nodded at the other party, and then said to the referee: "Sir, you deal with it according to the rules." ”

The referee nodded appreciatively at Zhou Quan.

"What?"

Mark Aguirre looked at Zhou Quan in surprise.

Rodman was also very disappointed, this is not what he thinks of the Iron Fist, is it possible that the Iron Fist fist will only be thrown at his teammates?

Zhou Quan smiled and said, "When you play on the court, you have to play within the rules, don't break the rules easily, don't you understand?" ”

Aguirre and the others just want to curse, the postman didn't elbow you, you broke his ribs, did you start talking about the rules today?

Are you still targeting Isaiah? We misread you.

The smiling assassin's heart was also very cold, he didn't think that Zhou Quan should swing his fist at the bull, it was indeed a normal collision just now, but he didn't approve of Zhou Quan's attitude, it was too businesslike, this was not the attitude of his teammates, let alone the attitude of a team leader.

They couldn't help but be disappointed in Zhou Quan, but at this time, Zhou Quan said to the assassin: "Isaiah, this game, even if you break your bones, you have to win." ”

Thomas glanced at Zhou Quan coldly, shook his head, and said sarcastically: "You are the future of the team, my bones don't matter, your bones can't be broken." ”

"I mean their bones." Zhou Quan smiled.

The assassin was stunned, and so were the others.

"From now on, it's up to us to test the bottom line of the rules of this game, and we will hover at the bottom line of the rules."

Zhou Quan said to everyone with a cold face.

“OK。”

The excited crowd shouted in unison.

"Oops!"

The referee changed color, and Jordan and other Bulls players also changed color.

Zhou Quan stared at Jordan and said in an almost roaring voice: "Michael Jordan, you seem to have forgotten, this is the Pistons, the Detroit Pistons, tough, iron-blooded, tough and fearless, the contemporary style of the league, we are the birthplace, although the bad boy army is gone, we have never abandoned it, it is our eternal team training." ”

"Oh roar!"

The audience behind the bottom line reacted and began to erupt in cheers, which gradually spread throughout the audience.

"Come on, then."

Without retreating, Jordan was not even afraid of the Bad Boy Army, nor was he afraid of Zhou Quan, he immediately roared at Zhou Quan.

Next Thomas went off injured and Joe Dumas came on.

In addition, Ulrich and John Sailly were replaced, Darnell Walker and backup center Bedford were replaced, and the Pistons were all the main players.

The Pistons attack, and the frontcourt baseline serves.

Zhou Quan ran out from the baseline to catch the ball, pulled to the top of the arc, and BJ chased after him.

He made a tactical gesture and his teammates immediately started running as tactically requested, and then started backing BJ.

"Back-spanking?"

After seeing it, Jordan's heart suddenly struck, the 95-kilogram iron fist hit the 79-kilogram BJ, and it was easy to run over directly, so there was no need at all?

BJ is not a fool either, where does he dare to stand behind?

However, just as he was about to go around to the side to make a steal, Zhou Quan's back hit began, and he was too late.

"Bang!"

In the next moment of sideways, he dribbled with his right hand, and while hitting back, his left elbow was propped back, and the tip of his elbow slammed into BJ.

"Ugh!"

BJ screamed and flew straight backwards, falling to the floor, clutching his chest and screaming in pain.

The referee's mouth bulged, and when it came to his mouth, he blocked the whistle with his tongue.

I can't blow it, this back hit is completely in line with the rules, Iron Fist didn't obviously swing his elbow, he just put his elbow there, the elbow is a part of the body, there is no extra movement, and it is not beyond the body, it belongs to the normal physical confrontation.

"Damn it!"

Seeing his teammates fall immediately, this is a must-see, this is a current report, this is deliberate, Jordan's eyes are broken.

At this time, Zhou Quan had already smashed into the paint area, like a crazy tiger, and killed the basket, attracting Grant and Carter White back to the basket, but he suddenly pulled to the left.

On the left flank, Ulrich was speeding towards the paint area, with Pippen chasing down the flank.

"Squeak!"

Zhou Quan threw the ball and then made a sharp stop to block Pippen in the left midfield.

"Smack!"

Ulrich catches the ball and takes off without hesitation.

"Not good."

As soon as Grant adjusted his feet, Ulrich was already flying in the air, and he knew that trouble was coming, and it was coming for him.

"Bang!"

The next moment, with the sound of a violent explosion, Ulrich, with his knees protruding, slammed into Grant's chest, and the latter screamed in pain, and was knocked directly under the basket, flipping in pain.

"Yikes!"

The entire Auburn Hills palace was immediately boiling, and countless people were waving their fists and shouting.

"It's over!"

Jordan and others on the court, Phil Jackson and others on the sidelines, saw Grant's appearance, and their hearts were all cold.

"That's the rule! This is normal confrontation! Have we crossed the bottom line of the rules? Zhou Quan waved his fist and roared angrily at the audience.

“NO！”

The audience shouted in unison, and the momentum shook the sky.

The referee's face was black, he couldn't control the situation on the pitch, but he didn't make any mistakes at all, which made him very angry.

"Damn Grant!"

He could only curse the guy who had just been knocked over, and if it weren't for that unscrupulous block, it wouldn't have been.

Grant was injured and went down, this one will definitely not be played, BJ was also hit enough, and they were replaced to rest together, and the Pistons used an offense to make the Bulls taste pain.

But what's stronger and more terrifying about the Pistons is defense.

"Smack!"

The angry Jordan held the ball and rushed to Joe Dumas and Zhou Quan, who was supplementing, but was directly hit by a fierce block from John Sailly in the right midfield.

The referee gave a defensive foul and made two free throws.

Jordan was affected and missed a rare two free throws, and then Joe Dumas took advantage of Mark Aguirre's block to break through and assist John Sely for a dunk.

Two minutes later, Jordan made a comeback.

"Bang!"

Zhou Quan was half a beat slower to make up the defense, but he directly fit up, first slapped the ball off Jordan's hand, and then crashed into Jordan's body, just like a football game, knocking Jordan to the ground.

At this time, the ball also rolled out of the sideline, and the referee's whistle sounded.

"Bastard! Get out of here. ”

Jordan was pressed underneath and was hit by Zhou Quan and the floor, which was very uncomfortable and he was so angry that he couldn't stop scolding.

"It's just a normal tackle, and if Mr. Umpire doesn't misjudge, I don't foul me."

Zhou Quan got up from Jordan's body and looked at the referee, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

The referee didn't hesitate to point to the Bulls' frontcourt baseline and gave the ball to the Bulls, the sideline ball.

According to the existing rules, Iron Fist knocks out the ball first, that is, a steal, and the subsequent physical contact is a normal contact after a steal.

"You scoundrel!"

Jordan got up and put his head on Zhou Quan's forehead and roared.

"You double-standard dog!"

Zhou Quan slammed Jordan away with both hands, and squirted back: "Your elbow is also a well-known brand in the league, just as well-known as your MJ brand, do you think you are the White Lotus?" So don't pretend to be pure here, if I'm a villain, then you are. ”

"Didi!"

The referee had no choice but to insert between the two and said to them: "I now formally warn you that I will never allow a fight on the field, otherwise I will expel you from the court at the same time." ”

Jordan almost died of anger, Grant has been retaliated against, and he also hitched a BJ, you still want to send me down, send me down, and let the fans see who plays?

At this time, Phil Jackson made a move and replaced Jordan to calm him down, and there was not much time left in the second quarter anyway.

At halftime, 45:50, the Pistons led by five points.