This point guard is great

Chapter 63 Do You Want To Beat Him Up?

As soon as Mahon turned his head and pulled out, Artest lost his mind instantly.

As a representative of tough and cowardly, Artest is actually rational most of the time, but at this moment, it is not because of the 200 million, but because this matchup with Ma Hong actually cut off the attack he was determined to win.

In this ball, Taizi rushed to show his face and beat Ma Hong, but now he didn't show his face, but his ass came out instead.

Artest, who completely lost his mind, chased after Mahon.

This guy ran like a galloping locomotive, and rushed straight towards Ma Hong.

Oakley realized something was wrong but it was too late. Now Artest’s athletic ability has far surpassed him. The eyes of the arena are focused on Artest. His teammates are calling Mahon to be careful. Mahon also saw Artest behind him, but at the first time, Mahon didn’t run or pass the ball.

Standing on the court, nothing is more important than victory!

Snapped!
With a crisp sound, Artest didn't hit Ma Hong, but flew up and slapped the ball with all his strength, and the moment it landed, a huge waving motion directly smacked Ma Hong's head!

The first chasing is already a thug, and the second elbow is more directly a malicious injury, and it is still a very dangerous action.

Ma Hong fell straight before landing, and everyone quickly entered the field and gathered around him.

Oakley picked up Artest's collar with staring eyes: "You are so crazy, this is just a practice match!"

"Practice? Oakley, am I an idiot or are you an idiot? You should know that this is our war!" Taizi who lost his mind didn't try to persuade him, and he opened Oakley's hand without even shouting to the boss.

Staring at Oakley with bloodshot eyes, Artest didn't back down this time.

Ma Hong was already in a coma, and basketball is not such a gentle sport. Artest's rough action made Ma Hong's left hand red and swollen, fat like a bear's paw, and his head seemed to have no trauma, but when he fell, because it was a shooting action, Ma Hong lacked protection for himself, so he landed directly on the ground for the second time, and now he passed out simply.

Oakley wanted to teach Artest the bottom line of being a human being, but at this time, Eddie Curry jumped out to separate the two,

If you have the time to fight here, hurry up and find the team doctor.

Not to mention, it was a mess, and when Cartwright was an idiot, Watson, the little boxer and Eddie Curry unexpectedly had a clear mind, blocked the scene immediately, and then called the team doctor.

Of course, this kind of blockade is not for the outside world, and within 20 minutes Klaus knew about Artest's troubles.

The old man was almost pissed to death, and Haoxuan was going to perform an instant ascension to heaven, but he really valued Ma Hong.

After hearing the news, Klaus ignored Artest and went directly to the hospital to see Ma Hong. Fortunately, Ma Hong was young enough, and although he was not as good as those monsters in the NBA, he was still physically strong. The doctor suggested that he should rest for two or three days, but the red and swollen palms would take about a week to recover.

It's not an injury, it's just that NBA players actually put a lot of emphasis on touch. Mahon's hand has become like this, and passing and shooting must be affected.

Fortunately, it's only a week, and it's fine if people don't have anything to do.

Klaus was furious at Cartwright, this guy didn't dare to let a fart go, he could only curse Artest in his heart for not doing anything.

United Center Arena.

Oakley put down the phone and walked back to a group of big black men: "Ma Hong is fine, but the doctor told him to rest for a week."

At this moment, except Artest, all members of the Bulls this season are here.

"Is he awake?"

Moser was older and more familiar with Oakley, so he came up directly to ask key questions.

Rolling his eyes, Oakley said unhappily: "Then you are still sleeping? You are already awake, and you have paid attention to your bad game."

This made Moser look a little embarrassed, who knew that a team practice could make it like this.

Although Artest's mood has always been unstable, but under Brand's suppression last year, he was actually within the range of normal people most of the time, and they couldn't understand his sudden outburst.

"Did you get in touch with Ron?" Oakley now has a black face, Artest's bastard ran away when he caused trouble, and he must be beaten up when he comes back.

Shaking his head, Moser said, "I made a few calls, and Crawford also made a few calls, but the phone was turned off and I didn't go home."

"I heard that Mr. Claus went to see Mahon?" Crawford raised his hand weakly and asked in a low voice.

Oakley nodded.

Then the air pressure goes silent, which is definitely not a good sign.

Artest has caused a lot of trouble this time. The relationship with the Bulls management was originally very delicate, but now, it is probably not good.

"You said, uh, I'm just asking, will the team let us handle it by ourselves?" Eddie Curry raised his hand to speak.

Self-handling is generally written to make big things into small ones.

"Fuck you! That bastard Artest." Watson scolded, "Haven't you seen it? Mahon's skills are much better than we can imagine. It's nonsense that he lost the election. Now that Mr. Claus has picked up a big leak, he probably wants to be the best manager at the moment. Artest is making such a fuss. It's definitely settled, and it's fine if he can trade safely."

No one objected this time. The first is that Ma Hong's skills are really good. Shan Lun's pass control may not be worse than the current league's No. [-] point guard Jason Kidd. Even if there is a gap between them, it is not in technology but in physical fitness.

But Ma Hong's golf quotient can make up for this defect to a certain extent. More importantly, the team's attention to Ma Hong is definitely focused on training. When this happens, Coach Floyd will definitely sing another cool song. He will not be able to return to the Bulls for no reason. And Artest, if the news spreads, his transaction value will also plummet.

After a while of silence, everyone dispersed in twos and threes.

But Artest is a jerk, but he also has his own charisma, at least he is loyal.

AJ Guyton, Eddie Curry, Greg, Moser, Crawford, and Marcus, the six gathered at Moser's house for the night.

"Do you think Artest can apologize to Mahon?" Eddie Curry spoke first.

Although this incident was quite serious, as the saying goes, killing is nothing more than a nod. If Artest is willing to apologize, there may be room for redemption.

Moser, who was smoking a cigar, looked at Eddie Curry like an idiot: "You first met him?"

"Hey, why don't we apologize for him, and then beat up Artest to see if we can make things smaller?" Greg's idea sounded unreliable.

"Speaking of which, where did this bastard go? I searched around and couldn't find anyone!" Marcus exploded with a bottle of vodka in his hand.

In fact, direct transactions will not make these people so worried.

Artest's trouble now is not in the trade, but in his team to practice killing his teammates. This is almost the culprit of the NBA team. No one dares to want such a player. What is the difference between signing such a player and going home with a firecracker?
If it's on the shelves and can't be traded, it's even worse, maybe you'll have to sit in jail.

In Moser's villa, several of Artest's teammates were at a loss.

And this time.

Some people think about it, some people hate it, and it is really worrying that Artest appeared in a place that absolutely no one would have expected, because this guy came to Los Angeles, and kicked open the door of his old friend, regardless of whether he slept or not, but how many people slept.

Direct violence broke in, the old friend's key is always under the flower bed, he is very familiar with it.

(End of this chapter)