"Pah! Pah!"
Zhou Quan stretched out his hand and patted Jordan's old face twice gently, and said with a smile: "Oh, Michael, you've already left, what are you doing back?"
"you?"
The pain subsided slightly, and Jordan almost regained his breath, but his liver ached with anger at these words.
"Don't worry, I didn't use much force, and the pain will pass. You should thank me for showing mercy." Zhou Quan said with a smile.
After saying that, he shouted to the other Bulls: "Are you going to fight? If not, just get rid of this guy. I'm being merciful. It shouldn't affect his game."
Pippen and others quickly came up and took Jordan aside, sitting against the wall, while Zhou Quan turned around and left.
"Fake Oil! Iron Fist, this alliance has me but not you."
After recovering, Jordan wiped away his tears and nose, stared at Zhou Quan's back and cursed.
"Michael, are you okay? It seems that Iron Fist didn't lie. He did retain his strength. He broke two of the postman's bones with one punch that day," Pippen said.
Jordan glared at Pippen. Did he lose his strength? Do I still need to thank him?
He opened his mouth, wanting his teammates not to say what was embarrassing just now, but he closed his mouth again because he really couldn't open his mouth.
Because not all of his teammates have a good relationship with him. Even Pippen's personal relationship is average.
As for Grant, he was severely bullied by him, and he was afraid of him, so he didn't dare to fall out with him.
What happened just now will probably spread out soon.
Xie Te, when he thought of this, he regretted it to death. He really shouldn't have come back just now.
He sat here for another ten minutes. When his body was almost recovered, he left with his teammates.
"Oh, I met a bull, what a blessing."
On the way back to the locker room, they met a few more reporters.
A reporter asked: "Michael, Iron Fist arrived just now, have you seen him?"
"No, don't mention that rookie in front of me." Jordan said angrily.
"Michael, don't you admire him very much?" the reporter said in surprise.
"When did I say I admired him?" Jordan asked unhappily.
"You once said something like 'I praise Iron Fist'. The media reported it and you can't deny it." The reporter said.
"Then I take that back."
With cold and hateful words, Jordan's blood-red eyes stared at the reporters, and the reporters couldn't help but feel the suffocating pressure.
"I'm going to score 50 points on that rookie tonight, and I'm going to do what I say."
When Jordan was angry, he said a harsh word, then pushed the reporter away and left.
"50+? There will be a good show tonight. They must have had a conflict, and it was serious."
"They are mortal enemies. Except for the last game when Laimbeer and Thomas were not there, which game between them over the years has not been a battle of life and death?"
"Definitely, the Pistons' current record has improved, and the Bulls feel threatened. Their relationship is not getting better, and it is back to before."
"Then tonight will be another epic battle."
"Yes, Michael Jordan will not allow the Pistons to get back on their feet. He will do everything in his power to knock the Pistons down."
"I wonder if the Smiling Assassin will return to the starting lineup? Without him, I don't think the Pistons can beat the Bulls now."
"Actually, he is already dead, otherwise he will be swept away? It is a good choice for the Pistons to choose to train Iron Fist."
After the Bulls players left, a group of reporters talked a lot.
Jordan, who had a stern face, returned to the visiting team's locker room, threw his suit directly into the trash can, and didn't say a word. He sat there like a volcano about to erupt. Dare to speak.
"how?"
The head coach Phil Jackson who came in found that the atmosphere was not right and asked immediately.
"Uh, coach, we just encountered Iron Fist." Grant said.
"Is there a conflict?" Phil Jackson's face tightened and he asked quickly.
"The small conflict is over," Grant said.
Jordan heard the skirmish and gave Grant a hard look.
Grant didn't care. The relationship was not good in the first place. He had already made up his mind to leave the Bulls as soon as the contract was over.
Jackson breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Other than that time in the locker room and the last fight with the postman, Iron Fist had no other violent behavior during this period. His defensive style was also different from the previous Bad Boys Legion. He also Not belonging to the Bad Boys, we don’t have to maintain such a tense relationship with him to avoid conflicts.”
Jordan snorted coldly. That bastard Iron Fist did not belong to the Bad Boys Legion, but he was more domineering than the Bad Boys Legion. He had lost a lot of face just now.
Jackson smiled and said: "It's a pity that our lottery was too late, otherwise I would have selected him last time. I am confident that I can complete the dynasty."
"We will definitely be able to complete the dynasty without him."
Jordan snorted coldly and said with absolute self-confidence: "I said, this is the beginning of an era, this is my era."
A bad thought arose in Jackson's mind, because the strength of his main point guard was not enough to face the Iron Fist!
The last showdown was with Iron Fist in his debut, so Paxson couldn't handle it, let alone the current Iron Fist?
Jordan stood up at this time, stared at everyone with a pair of red eyes, and said in an extremely stern tone: "We have defeated the bad boy army, and we will never allow them to get up again, never allow it.
From now on, from this game on, we have to treat it like a war, just like before. Either they fall or we fall. "
The murderous sound turned the Bulls' locker room into a gladiatorial room full of tremendous pressure, and a killing was about to begin.
Over in the home team's locker room, Isiah Thomas approached Chuck Daly, and the two came outside to communicate about the upcoming game.
This was a common thing in the past, and they would even communicate before each game. Daley was responsible for arranging tactics, and Thomas was responsible for executing tactics, and they worked together to complement each other.
But that was before. After Thomas returned, this was the first time he communicated with Daly before the game.
Daly understands very well that this is because the opponent is the Bulls, Michael Jordan, the mortal enemy of the Pistons and the Smiling Assassins.
"Coach, I hope to return to the starting lineup tonight. I want to deal with Michael Jordan personally. Iron Fist is still too young. He can't do anything to that guy."
Daley couldn't help but fell silent.
He remembers very clearly that in the four games in which he was swept in the Eastern Conference Finals, Thomas averaged only 16.5 points per game and shot barely 40% from the field. His strength was far from his peak, while Jordan averaged 29.75 points per game and shot 55% from the field. His best performance reached 64.7%, and his strength has reached its peak. Now Thomas is no match for Jordan at all. If he faced him head-on, he would only end up being humiliated.
