NBA: Come off the bench to save the national team

Qin Feng was drinking champagne in the corner.

After a few minutes, several young people gathered around.

The young man at the head is blonde and blue-eyed, wearing a striped dark check blue suit, a pair of handmade leather shoes, and a Patek Philippe limited edition watch in his hand.

The whole person exudes a noble temperament.

"Hello, you are a Chinese rookie who has recently become popular in the NBA!"

"I'm the son of Bobcats owner Johnson, you can call me Johnson Jr... Boss!

Little Johnson said to Qin Feng with a high spirit.

The surrounding partners all showed excited eyes, and their faces were even more gloating.

They knew the show was about to begin.

"Sorry, I don't know you."

Qin Feng said lightly, glanced at Little Johnson, and could obviously feel that these people were here to provoke.

In this regard, he directly ignored it and turned away.

But it was blocked by Johnson Jr.

Qin Feng has a height of 1.98 meters, and although he has yellow skin, he still gives people a full sense of oppression.

And that little Johnson seemed to be less than 1.8 meters tall, blocking Qin Feng, but he had no fear.

Apparently money gave him confidence and courage.

"Hey buddy, what's going on? This is not the place to come and go whenever you want!

"I wonder why you're here?" If you can come here, what qualifications do you have to come here?

Little Johnson said with extreme pride.

"Dude! I only give you one chance, give me the way and want to show your poor superiority in front of me, all I can say is that you have found the wrong person!

Qin Feng said indifferently, his brows furrowed slightly.

This is Jordan's turf.

He was invited by Jordan again, so he didn't want to cause him trouble.

But that doesn't mean he's afraid of things.

This little Johnson's successive provocations have touched his bottom line.

Qin Feng always maintains a concept, in this foreign country, he represents the Huaxia people, no matter what happens, what he encounters, the first thing he has to maintain is the wind bone of the Huaxia people! !

This is what Dayao did.

Then since this junior of him wants to inherit the will of Dayao, he can't disgrace Huaxia.

"Hey, hey, hey! You stinky basketball player, did I give you face?

"I came to talk to you to see you, you should be honored!"

"You think you can do whatever you want if you play in the NBA? Lao Tzu is the capital, the controller of the NBA game, believe it or not, let you not mix in the United States?

Little Johnson said arrogantly, with a grim expression on his face.

In his mind, this Huaxia man should stand in front of him and let him ravage and humiliate.

After all, this is the country of the United States, the country of his Americans, and this Chinese is a foreigner after all.

But I didn't expect it to be so rigid!

This made Little John, who originally wanted to pretend to be forced in front of his friends, very faceless, and couldn't help but be a little annoyed.

"What do you want?"

Qin Feng's expression gradually became gloomy, his eyes stared at Little Johnson like an eagle falcon, and his whole body was like a volcano ready to attack, which could erupt at any time.

Little Johnson was not afraid, thinking that Qin Feng was yielding to him and became more arrogant.

"It's simple, I can forgive you for coming uninvited, but you offended me just now, so you must bow your head and apologize to me, and get out of here."

As Little John's voice fell, the surrounding companions also burst into hearty laughter.

In their opinion, it is a very fulfilling and refreshing thing to be able to make well-known figures who have recently become popular all over the United States bow to them.

"Man, you're playing with fire!"

Qin Feng's voice said coldly, revealing a thick killing intent.

"How? You still want to hit me?

"I'm standing here, I see if you dare to touch me, you lowly person!"

Little John said, actually stretching his face directly in front of Qin Feng, which can be described as arrogant to the extreme.

The surroundings instantly quieted.

Several young people also held their breath, looking forward to watching the next scene.

In the past, they would often find some ordinary people to play this kind of game, some of them were very tough just now, but in the end they would lower their heads and choose to give in.

This is the power of capital.

The United States is a society of capital.

Capital determines everything and controls everything.

So, they can fully imagine what happened next, and their emotions can't help but become excited.

Even though I have played it many times, I still find it very exciting.

However, what happened next completely exceeded their expectations.

Only to hear a "pop" with a heavy sound!

Little Johnson flew straight out, and at the same time spat out a tooth in his mouth.

Everyone is in place!

What just happened?

Did this Chinese rookie hit Johnson Jr.?

Just hit like that?

That's too bold, isn't it!!

"Ugh!"

Little Johnson let out a pig-killing howl that instantly attracted everyone on the entire lawn who came to the dinner.

"You dare to hit me?"

"I swear I'll make you regret it!"

Little Johnson howled in pain while not forgetting to threaten Qin Feng.

Qin Feng shook his hand, and there was also some pain, after all, the effect of force was mutual.

"Your face is sticking out in front of my eyes, wouldn't it be a disadvantage if I didn't hit you?"

"And I came at your request! You made me hit you!

Qin Feng said.

Damn it!

Don't fight for nothing, don't fight!

Since these people don't want to be good, let's make a big deal out of it.

Capital is terrible, but there are 30 teams in the NBA, and there is capital behind every team.

He really didn't believe how powerful the Bobcats owner was to be able to make all the team owners exclude him and make him unable to mix in the NBA.

The celebrities and nobles who participated in the dinner quickly gathered around, with doubts in their eyes, but everyone had a lively expression on their faces.

Sure enough, it's human nature to love to see the excitement.

Little Johnson covered his face in pain, and was speechless for a while.

Let you hit and hit?

Biao ah or tiger!!

The young men quickly ran to Little Johnson and helped him up, looking a little crazy.

"It's over! You're dead!

"Do you know how much trouble you've gotten into? We will prosecute you for beating people and put you in the game.

"You'll pay for your beating behavior!"

"Your basketball career will be ruined!"

......

They roared, like rats whose tails had been stepped on, and did not have the courage to rush directly over, only hiding behind and spitting fragrance.

They were furious.

After all, no one had ever dared to disobey them like this before.

"What's going on?"

A majestic and domineering voice came, attracting everyone's attention.