God, what is this? Teach a kid a lesson? Teach a gangster a lesson?

Tang Qian has not used any ability cards, nor has he been blessed with rage, but he is already a big man close to 270 pounds, with an average bench press of 400 pounds. You are a 200-pound thin monkey with a height of 196cm? Are you being preempted? You are not going to be beaten.

It’s weird to be dizzy!

"Fuck you, Oriental guy, you're looking for..."

"Let me ask you, did you understand what I said?" Tang Qian interrupted him with a slap and just asked again.

"Fuck..."

"I ask you, did you understand what I said? You only need to answer Yes or No, and I will treat all other answers as no."

"you this……"

Snapped!!!

"Understand?"

"I want……"

Bang bang bang!!!

"Understand???"

"I……"

Bang bang bang!!!

"Understand???"

"I……"

Bang bang bang!!!

"Understand?"

"Y...Yes! Y...Yes!"

"Oh, do you finally understand?" Tang Qian stopped, and then asked: "Then let me ask you, you are not afraid of bullets, are you afraid of me?"

"I..." Marshon Brooks wanted to resist, but was frightened by the half-raised palm. Really, you can't imagine being slapped by a 7-foot giant who weighs 269 pounds and averages 400 pounds in bench press.

Marshan Brooks felt that his entire face was numb. Yes, it was the kind of numbness that had no sensation or pain, as if the facial nerves had been paralyzed.

He now has obvious tinnitus in both ears. He is afraid that if he continues to suffer from it, he will lose his hearing and become "Baby Beethoven" from now on.

Black people on the streets? Black people on the streets don’t want to be deaf! What fun is there in living like that?

So he chose to lower his head temporarily and said: "I, I'm afraid."

"Please speak louder. When I was talking to you just now, you were not so quiet."

"I……"

What a bastard! I must find someone to beat him up after the game! I can’t let this bad breath out!

"You can't understand me again, can you?" Tang Qian doesn't feel like "bullying the weak" now. He just thinks that this kind of person can't do anything without giving him a lesson. Otherwise, who will listen to him in the future Lakers? Qiao Shen back then

In the team, there are a lot of hands-on actions, and only a few have been exposed. What about the rest that have not been exposed? Fools all know that the amount of information hidden behind the scenes is far more than what is exposed. Therefore, Kobe is here,

He can put on a red face, but Kobe is not here, sorry.

Blackface is his way.

If you want to play on my team, no matter who you are, you have to listen to me!

Unless you can kill me! Otherwise it's a dragon coiled! It's a tiger crouching! You want to jump? This is the end!

Can an NBA team be integrated into a championship team by relying on kindness and unity? It's almost like living in a cartoon.

There are very few people in the NBA who are not thorny outside, so how can you have so much time to reason with them?

Let’s talk about it, do you still practice football? Do you still want prestige? Do you still have time to do anything else?

The most important thing is, can you be sure that words alone will work? James has directly been angry with his teammates in the Heat! Therefore, the best and fastest way is to suppress it with force and suppress it with strength! Larry Bird said that year

,The NBA is a man’s game, and basketball is accompanied by fists, which is normal.

Although it is the 21st century now, Tang Qian has many ways to "play a good game".

"Louder!" Tang Qian said, "My hands can't talk!"

"I, I'm afraid of you." In order to prevent himself from being slapped again, Marshan Brooks could only swallow his anger.

Unexpectedly, No. 29 on the other side suddenly slapped him again and said: "Mustache, your eyes tell me that you are not sincere."

"Oriental guy! I want..." Marshan Brooks was aroused by these words, but before he could get angry for a second, he was hit by Tang Qian with a backhand, so that his eyes turned black and he said: "As expected, you

Insincerity, is this the credibility of black people on the streets?”

At this time, the referees finally rushed over, or in other words, finally came to their senses, and hurriedly blew the whistle and said: "What's going on! What's going on? Why are we fighting? I don't know clearly! All suspended! All ejected.

!”

Tang Qian looked at the referee who was taking the lead, suddenly recognized him, and then said with a smile: "Sir, it's the same as last time, I'm helping him fight bugs." The referee also discovered that it was Lakers No. 29 again.

"Making trouble", and the excuses are the same as before without any changes.

The referee of this game was the same one when Tang Qian beat Howard last season, so he pretended not to hear and directly asked the "victim" Marshon Brooks: "Is that so? Speak out bravely and don't be afraid of power.

!”

If I go, I will become the powerful one? Didn't you hear what he said before? He wants to kill me after the game is over!

Marshan Brooks was about to say something, but Tang Qian kept staring at him, and that weird smile made the numbness on his face gradually turn into burning: "I..."

Marshan Brooks looked at Tang Qian, and suddenly his heart was crossed, and he wanted to "tell the truth", but suddenly he found that his tongue was not working well. It turned out that it was the last slap that caused him to swell.

“￥￥#￥#%&**!&!!@@#”

After saying several words, Marshon Brooks still didn't say a complete sentence. Hearing this, Tang Qian became anxious and said: "Mr. Referee, I think he forgot to speak human words. Why don't you ask us?"

Teammates, how are you? There are so many witnesses and witnesses." There was no way, the game had to go on, the referee could only turn around and ask the other Lakers players: "What is going on? Is this Oriental center bullying?

people?"

Several old Lakers players quickly replied: "No, Mr. Referee, he was just fighting bugs. A big bug just happened to fly into Ma Shang's face. It's for his own good to burn him. It's impossible not to fight."

The referee's face turned dark and he asked the others: "Can you tell me too? Is this the case?"

"Yes, sir, there were bugs just now. We all saw it, and Tong is trying to save Ma Shang from being harmed." Seeing someone taking the lead, the others nodded, indicating that they were right.

The referee's face became darker and he asked the head coach D'Antoni again: "Mr. D'Antoni, you are the head coach. I hope you won't lie." D'Antoni thought for a while and replied: "Dear referees

Sir, they are right, perming is killing bugs."

"It's just killing bugs."

The referee's face was extremely dark. He knew clearly that this was bullshit, but everyone said it in unison. What does this mean? This means that no one in MaShang Brooks, not even a Lakers player, likes him. People are unanimous in saying this, so what else can he do?

"You can tell me the details after the game is over." After saying that, the incident was temporarily resolved.

But what to do later? D'Antoni is still a little worried.

Tang Qian saw the worry on D'Antoni's face and said directly to Marshon Brooks, whose face was not human-like: "Hey, aren't you a black man on the street? Don't you have the spirit of a black man on the street? Don't give in, wait a minute

How about I ask you to encourage others after the game?"

"Hot, you..."

Tang Qian patted D'Antoni on the shoulder and smiled: "It's okay sir, sometimes the team needs to reorganize. This is beneficial and harmless in the long run. And... I will take care of him."

"It doesn't matter how many street brothers he has."

"We still want to think about the next game."

Tang Qian didn't seem to take this matter as a big deal, so he naturally asked the Lakers players to come closer and listen to Mike D'Antoni's tactics and strategies.

But this time, Tang Qian's status and prestige with the Lakers were once again raised to a higher level.

The Lakers players secretly used the example of Marshon Brooks, whose face was "swollen into a pig's head" at the moment, and said:

It's usually fine, don't mess with him.

To avoid being beaten in public.

He is not an Oriental like Yao.

He's like Bruce Lee.

Tooth for tooth, eye for eye, angry, don't talk about the humble and restrained fierce man of the East.

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