Michael Jordan walked in the front, wearing sunglasses and biting a cigar. He looked very impressive. When he saw him, he smiled, took out the cigar, and blew a thick puff of smoke into Zhou Quan's face. , then nodded his head with his right hand holding a cigar, and said condescendingly:
"Boy, you helped me out last time by killing Ranbir and Thomas, so I'll give you face and let you go so that you can have a good debut.
But tonight, I'll let you know what it feels like to offend Black Jesus. "
"hehe!"
Zhou Quan suddenly laughed and reached into his pocket.
"what are you doing?"
The corners of Jordan's eyes twitched behind his sunglasses, and he had the idea of pulling away. Fighting was not something he was good at. If Iron Fist threw a glove at him, would he catch it or not?
The rest of the Bulls were also staring nervously at Zhou Quan's pocket. After all, this was the famous Iron Fist, and there was no fighter on their team who could compete with such a fierce fighter.
"This is one that Coach Daley gave me. It's not finished."
Zhou Quan dug around and took out a half-smoked cigar. He smiled and said to Jordan, "Borrow a light."
"What?" Jordan didn't respond.
Zhou Quan grabbed Jordan's right hand and lit the cigar. However, after a long time, Jordan's hand was numb from pinching and his cigar had not yet lit up.
"open!"
After reacting, Jordan suddenly broke away from Zhou Quan's hand and said angrily: "I have a lighter."
"Didn't you tell me earlier?"
Zhou Quan was slightly surprised. Jordan's strength didn't seem to be at the level he had estimated before. Did this guy really retain his strength last time?
Jordan took out an exquisite copper lighter from his trouser pocket. Zhou Quan took it over and looked at it. It must have been hand-polished and very delicate. He lit the cigar and then put the lighter into his trouser pocket.
"Lighter, mine."
Jordan's mouth twitched continuously. That thing was a souvenir, worth more than ten thousand dollars, and he couldn't bear to let it be taken away by Iron Fist.
"Oh, I forgot."
Zhou Quan quickly took out the lighter and handed it over with his right hand.
As soon as Jordan took it over, Zhou Quan suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched the former's neck, and then grabbed it hard with five fingers.
"Ah! You, what are you doing?"
Jordan was pinched so hard that he couldn't breathe and hurriedly struggled, but this time Zhou Quan exerted all his strength. His five fingers were like iron hooks, clasping his throat. He did not dare to use too much force, and he couldn't struggle for a while.
"Hey, Iron Fist, let go."
"Iron Fist, don't mess around."
Bull and others shouted in panic.
Zhou Quan stared at Jordan coldly, pushed him forward suddenly, staggered, and then said: "Michael Jordan, you can challenge me on the court, you can defeat me with your strength, and even with your It's your ability to humiliate me on the court with your strength.
But off the court, I advise you, don't try to provoke me, because you don't have the ability to provoke me off the court. "
He pointed to his feet and said: "Here, in the Auburn Hills Palace, anyone, including you, who dares to provoke us will be severely punished."
Jordan's face was red with anger, he was panting, staring at Zhou Quan, his eyes were red.
His neck hurt. He coughed a few times and said, "Iron Fist, I'll see you on the field. What I just said, I will give it to you on the field."
"I once said to Gary Payton, when you don't have the ability to provoke others, don't give others a chance to get angry. Now I will give this sentence to you again. Remember, don't provoke me off the court in the future."
After Zhou Quan finished speaking, he put the cigar in his mouth, took a big puff, and then took off the cigar.
Jordan knew what the guy opposite wanted to do, but he just sprayed Iron Fist, and now Iron Fist wants to spray back, so he can only endure it and not let Iron Fist have a chance to get angry. Who asked him to do it in front?
“On the field, you can do it, that’s your thing.”
Sure enough, Zhou Quan puffed out a puff of thick smoke in Jordan's face, and then while talking, he pressed the cigar on Jordan's left chest, then crushed it, crushing the cigarette butt out.
In the corridor, in addition to the smell of cigar smoke, there was also the smell of burnt clothes.
A group of Bulls players were shocked. Was this treating Michael as an ashtray?
This was an unbelievable thing to them, and it was very touching. They were very afraid of Jordan. Jordan was a tyrant in the team, and one look made them tremble. But Jordan turned into an ashtray in front of the Iron Fist?
"Michael Jordan, I'm alone now, do you want to take action? I can allow you to take action, whether it's a one-on-one fight or a group fight, it's up to you."
Zhou Quan asked very politely.
“Basketball matters must be solved the basketball way.”
Gritting his teeth, Jordan glanced at the suit with a burnt hole, his face turned blood red. This was a humiliation he had never experienced before.
"let's go."
He snorted angrily, took off his suit, walked around Zhou Quan, and left with his teammates.
He is not a person who doesn't fight, and he has beaten his teammates many times, but when facing Zhou Quan, he always felt that it would be dangerous to do so. This was his intuition.
Zhou Quan smiled and said to himself: "I thought I would be beaten today. I was lucky enough to meet a coward."
This is his specialty, using trash talk to cause conflict.
"asshole!"
How can you lead the Bulls if you become a coward? Jordan finally couldn't bear it anymore, threw away the suit in his hand, separated from his teammates, and rushed over.
"Well done!"
Zhou Quan shouted loudly, slid his foot to the left, and used his left sliding step to dodge Jordan's old punch by a hair. In the next moment, he raised his arm and threw an uppercut.
To deal with a guy like this who is not good at boxing, he even has time to correct the point of attack, hit it slightly, don't hit the liver, hit it lightly, don't hit it hard, if Jordan is killed, he will be in big trouble. .
"Bang!"
The tortoise's punch was empty, and Jordan was hit at the tip of his liver. The force of the blow instantly began to impact his liver.
"ah!"
The screams sounded far away in the corridor, and were particularly shrill.
"boom!"
Jordan knelt down in front of Zhou Quan with his belly full, tears and runny nose coming out.
"God……"
At this moment, he swore never to fight again. He swore to be a gentleman who would talk but not take action. Today he had humiliated himself and fell into the trap of the bastard Iron Fist.
The others in Bull looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, not knowing what to do.
Anyway, none of them were willing to rush up and start a fight with Zhou Quan.
Pippen looked at Jordan, who was kneeling like a sheep in front of the iron fist, and couldn't help but cursed in his heart: "The postman can't withstand his punch, why are you rushing forward to kill him? He's a professional, so you can beat him A rookie, but is he an ordinary rookie?"
Grant actually felt a sense of pleasure in his heart. Michael Jordan, you are like today. You were so majestic when you bullied me. Now you are kneeling in front of Iron Fist. Do you still want to show shame?
