"Tekken, Isiah can't fight anymore." Mark Aguirre shouted under the basket.
Everyone, from teammates to fans, looked at Zhou Quan.
Everyone knows that he is the future determined by the Pistons management. Now that the assassin is injured at the hands of the Bulls, he needs to make a statement.
Zhou Quan walked over and the referee said: "Tie Fist, calm down, this is just an accident, it is a normal physical collision."
He glanced at Cobra Grant, his eyes hidden under his glasses were only dark. He nodded towards him, and then said to the referee: "Sir, please handle it according to the rules."
The referee nodded appreciatively towards Zhou Quan.
"What?"
Mark Aguirre looked at Zhou Quan in surprise.
Rodman was also very disappointed. This was not the Iron Fist he thought. Could it be that the Iron Fist's fist would only be swung at his teammates?
Zhou Quan smiled and said: "When playing on the court, you must play within the rules. Don't break the rules easily. Don't you understand?"
Aguirre and others just want to curse. The postman didn't even elbow you, but you broke his ribs. Have you started to follow the rules today?
Are you still targeting Isiah? We got you wrong.
The Smiling Assassin's heart was also very cold. He didn't think that Zhou Quan should punch the bull. The collision just now was indeed a normal collision, but he did not approve of Zhou Quan's attitude. It was too businesslike. This was not the attitude of a teammate, let alone a The attitude of the team leader.
They couldn't help but be disappointed with Zhou Quan, but at this time Zhou Quan said to the assassin: "Isiah, in this game, even if you break the bones, you will still 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, but your bones can't be broken."
"I mean their bones." Zhou Quan smiled.
The assassin was startled, and so were the others.
"From now on, it is 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's expression changed, and so did Jordan and other Bulls players.
Zhou Quan stared at Jordan and said in a voice that was almost roaring: "Michael Jordan, you seem to have forgotten that this is the Pistons, the Detroit Pistons, tough, iron-blooded, tenacious and fearless. We are the origin of the contemporary style of the league. Although the Bad Boys are gone, we have never abandoned them, it is our forever team motto."
"Oh ho!"
The audience behind the baseline reacted and began to burst into cheers, which gradually spread throughout the venue.
"Then come on."
Without even taking a step back, Jordan was not even afraid of the Bad Boy Legion, nor was he afraid of Zhou Quan. He immediately roared loudly at Zhou Quan.
Thomas left the game next with an injury and Joe Dumars came on.
In addition, Ulrich and John Salley were replaced, as well as Darnell Walker and backup center Bedford. The Pistons used all the main players.
The Pistons attack and serve from the baseline in the frontcourt.
Zhou Quan ran out from the baseline to catch the ball, pulled it to the top of the arc, and BJ chased after him.
He made a tactical gesture, and his teammates immediately started running according to the tactical requirements, and then started to back-up BJ.
"Hit from behind?"
After seeing it, Jordan's heart suddenly jumped. It was easy to hit a 79-kg BJ with a 95-kilogram iron fist from behind. It was easy to run over it. There was no need at all, right?
BJ is not a fool, how dare he stand behind?
However, just when he was about to go around to the side to steal, Zhou Quan's back attack started and he was already too late.
"Bang!"
The next moment he turned sideways, he dribbled the ball with his right hand. When he bumped back, he raised his left elbow backward, and the tip of his elbow hit BJ hard.
"Well!"
BJ screamed, flew backwards, fell 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.
You can't brag about it. This back fight is completely in line with the rules. Iron Fist did not obviously swing his elbow. He just put his elbow there. The elbow is part of the body. There is no additional movement and it does not go beyond the body. It is normal. Physical confrontation.
"Damn it!"
Seeing his teammates fall down immediately, this is a must-revenge, this is a current situation, this is intentional, Jordan's eyes are splitting.
At this time, Zhou Quan had already rushed into the paint area, like a crazy tiger, rushing towards the basket, attracting Grant and Cartwright to return to defend the basket, but he suddenly pulled to the left.
On the left wing, Ulrich was running quickly towards the paint area, with Pippen chasing him down the side.
"squeak!"
Zhou Quan threw the ball, then made an emergency stop and blocked Pippen in the left waist.
"Snapped!"
Ulrich took the ball and took 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 for him.
"boom!"
The next moment, with a violent explosion of the basket, Ulrich, with his knees protruding, violently hit Grant's chest. The latter screamed in pain and was knocked directly to the basket, twisting and turning in pain.
"ah!"
The entire Auburn Hills Palace was immediately excited, and countless people were shaking their fists and shouting.
"It's over!"
Jordan and others on the court, as well as Phil Jackson and others on the sidelines, all felt cold in their hearts when they saw Grant's appearance.
"This is the rule! This is normal confrontation! Have we exceeded the bottom line of the rules?" Zhou Quan waved his fist and roared at the audience.
"NO!"
The whole audience roared in unison, with one heart and one mind, and the momentum was overwhelming.
The referee's face turned dark. He could no longer control the situation on the field, but he made no mistakes in taking the penalty at all, which made him very angry.
"Damn Grant!"
He could only curse the guy who had just been knocked over. If it hadn't been for that reckless block, it wouldn't have been like this.
Grant was injured and came off the field. He would definitely not be able to play this game. BJ was also hit hard and was replaced to rest. The Pistons made the Bulls taste the pain with one attack.
However, what is stronger and more terrifying for the Pistons is defense.
"Snapped!"
An angry Jordan held the ball and rushed past Joe Dumars and Zhou Quan, who was defending, but was directly hit by John Salley's fierce block and dribble at the right midfielder.
The referee gave a defensive foul and made two free throws.
Jordan was affected and rarely missed two free throws. Then Joe Dumas used Mark Aguirre's pick-and-roll to break through and assisted John Salley for a dunk.
Two minutes later, Jordan made a comeback.
"Bang!"
Zhou Quan was half a beat late in making up the defense, but he stepped forward directly. First he slapped the ball out of Jordan's hand, then bumped into Jordan, just like in 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.
"Asshole! Get out of here."
Jordan was pressed underneath and was hit by Zhou Quan and the floor. He was very uncomfortable and cursed in anger.
"It's just a normal steal. If the referee doesn't make a mistake, I didn't commit a foul."
Zhou Quan got up from Jordan's body and looked at the referee with a gentle smile on his face.
The referee pointed towards the Bulls' frontline without hesitation and gave the ball to the Bulls, a sideline ball.
According to the current rules, if Tekken knocks the ball away first, it is a steal, and the subsequent physical contact is normal contact after the steal.
"You villain!"
Jordan got up and put his head on Zhou Quan's forehead and roared.
"You double-standard dog!"
Zhou Quan pushed Jordan away with both hands and spat back: "Your elbow is also a well-known brand of 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 were A villain, then you are even more so."
"Didi!"
The referee had no choice but to step in between the two and said to them: "I am now officially warning you that I will never allow fighting on the field, otherwise I will expel you both from the field at the same time."
Jordan was almost mad to death. Grant had already been retaliated against, and even got a BJ. You still want to send me off, send me off, and let the fans watch who plays?
At this time, Phil Jackson took action and replaced Jordan to let him calm down. Anyway, there was not much time in the second quarter.
At halftime, 45:50, the Pistons led by 5 points.
