Chapter 4 One-on-one in the locker room?

Author: Dong Wangyi

Chapter 4 One-on-one in the locker room?

"Now, tell me, are you Japanese or Chinese?"

Ranbir's fierce eyes were fixed on Zhou Quan's face, and he asked unreasonably.

The gentleness on Zhou Quan's face completely disappeared, and he uttered a sentence coldly: "Mr. Ranbir, is the Japanese your father?"

"..."

Stayed in the locker room for a while.

"..."

Rodman's mouth suddenly opened wide. He was so brave. He was truly worthy of being an executioner. How dare he provoke Ranbir?

"What did you say?"

Ranbir was instantly furious.

He just wanted to bully this rookie, humiliate him, give him a blow, and let the management understand that neither he nor Thomas liked this rookie. The Japanese-Chinese thing was just a random excuse, but he never expected that this

A damn rookie would say something like this and he would be so angry.

He clenched his fists and stood up. He was 211 centimeters tall and weighed 125 kilograms. In front of Zhou Quan, whose shoes were 188 centimeters tall and weighed 95 kilograms, he was like a giant bear, full of pressure.

"It's over!"

Joe Dumars shook his head. In the Pistons locker room, no, in the entire NBA, no one dared to humiliate Laimbeer like this.

"Bill, it seems we need to teach the newcomers a lesson."

Isiah Thomas took a step forward, staring at Zhou Quan with cold eyes, filled with anger.

Zhou Quan glanced at Laimbeer and Thomas, then suddenly dug into his hip pocket and pulled out a brown ice hockey glove.

"What does Zhou want to do?"

Seeing Zhou Quan take out a glove, Joe Dumars was startled.

At this moment, Zhou Quan actually threw the glove out. The glove hit Ranbir's face and then fell to the ground.

"Single challenge?"

This scene immediately gave Joe Dumas a familiar feeling. Throwing his gloves to his opponent was exactly the ritual before a duel in an ice hockey game, the executioner's knighthood.

"He wants to compete with Ranbir? But, but, his tonnage and height are much smaller than Ranbir. They are not in the same weight class at all. Can he beat Ranbir?"

He knew that Ranbir was not very good at fighting, but with his physique, he felt that Zhou Quan was a little reckless, and he was afraid that he would suffer a loss.

Seeing that something was wrong, he quickly walked to the door, opened it and went out.

"Fake oil!"

Ranbir stepped on the glove under his feet, crushed it hard, clenched his fists and yelled: "Damn pug, what do you want to do?"

Zhou Quan pointed at the glove and said coldly to Ranbir: "Listen up, bastard, if you are a warrior, then please show your courage and accept my duel. We will use fists and blood to solve our problem."

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But if you are a coward, then pick it up, lick it clean with your tongue, and then bring it back to me respectfully."

"..."

The locker room instantly froze.

Several players who had just joined the Pistons were stunned. They couldn't believe that this was Laimbeer, the league's biggest villain who frightened everyone. In this league, no one wants to be the opponent of the Bad Boys.

, but now, a small rookie point guard dares to challenge Laimbeer?

"Idol!"

Rodman murmured.

Although he was a member of the Bad Boys, he didn't have a good impression of Ranbir. He was bullied very badly by Ranbir. He angered Ranbir during team training and was beaten several times. It was common for him to be insulted.

"Bill, teach him a lesson! Our locker room cannot tolerate a rookie's provocation."

Thomas, the Smiling Assassin, was so cold that ice could be scraped off his face, and his angelic smile was completely gone.

Spider John Salley also stood up and said: "Bill, leave this damn rookie to me to solve."

"asshole!"

Being seriously provoked by a rookie in his own locker room was something he had never done before. Ranbir's face was red with anger.

But he looked at the gloves at his feet and then at Zhou Quan. He did not immediately pick up the gloves and throw them back impulsively, indicating that he accepted the one-on-one challenge. Instead, his mind was spinning rapidly.

He is a very cunning person. He is only responsible for provoking trouble during the game. When fighting, he walks away first. Moreover, he knows that Zhou Quan is the first executioner in the NCAA. He is very capable of fighting and carrying, so he needs

Check to see if you can beat it.

It was a cost-effective result, but he still didn't want to take risks. If he lost and was beaten up by a rookie in his leader's locker room, then retirement would be his only option. How could he have the dignity to stay?

After thinking clearly, he showed a cold smile on his face and said to Zhou Quan: "Boy, do you think this is the NHL? This is the NBA, here, there are no one-on-one rules. This is my locker room, here,

I'm telling the truth.

You want to fight one on one, right? OK, today I am very merciful. As you wish, I will let you challenge all of us now."

He looked left and right, shook his head at the others, motioning for them to take action, and then took two steps back, as if he didn't want to be splashed with blood.

"..."

Zhou Quan's eyes widened, feeling that he had underestimated Ranbir's shamelessness. He was a shameless person.

Not only him, but also many people had incredible expressions on their faces.

At this time, John Salley and Thomas the Smiling Assassin pressed forward. The others did not move, and Rodman also shrank behind.

Mark Aguirre was also shocked. He didn't expect that Laimbeer wouldn't even dare to accept a one-on-one challenge from a small point guard.

He was the No. 1 pick in 1981, and the Smiling Assassin was the No. 2 pick in that year. He was traded in 1989 and won two championships with the Pistons. But he does not belong to the Bad Boys, but he is Isaiah.

Thomas's friends could only stand up at this time.

"Come on!"

When Ranbir saw that there were only three people, he immediately showed a fierce expression on his face and shouted sharply at the others.

Zhou Quan said disdainfully: "Laimir, you don't even have the courage to fight one on one, you are just a coward. Are you worthy of being called the number one villain in the NBA?

Why should they help a guy who can only hide behind others? A weakling like you has no qualifications to lead the Pistons' locker room. I look down on you. You don't even deserve to stand in front of me."

"that is."

Rodman muttered something quietly, but no one heard it.

Not only him, there are many players who actually have the same idea as him, nodding secretly, but they don't dare to show it.

"..."

Hearing Zhou Quan's words, Ranbir was so angry that he vomited blood and became even more angry.

"Let's go!"

With a sharp shout, the Smiling Assassin rushed forward with clenched fists.

At this moment, Zhou Quan clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes. The adrenaline in his body was soaring rapidly and his eyes were red.

In the past two years, he has been invincible in one-on-one matches in the NCAA Hockey Championships, not because of his good boxing skills, but because of his strong bones and a natural pair of iron fists, and because of his unyielding courage to fight to the death.

One-on-one, in the same weight class, there is no opponent in the NCAA ice hockey world.

A group fight, a tough body, a pair of iron fists, what's there to fear?

The next moment, a fight broke out in the Pistons locker room, one on four.

"call!"

Zhou Quan quickly dived down and dodged the Smiling Assassin's punch. Zhou Quan twisted his waist and raised his arm, and used an unusually ferocious punch to the abdomen. With a bang, he beat Thomas to a pulp.

"ah!"

Thomas screamed in pain, feeling as if he had been hit by an iron rod. He held his stomach and bent over and backed away. Then he knelt on the floor in pain, with tears and runny nose streaming down his face.

When the staff outside heard the noise, they didn't say anything because things like this often happened in the Pistons' locker room. When Laimbeer was in a bad mood, Rodman would be abused, and Isiah Thomas was once scored.

Hospital.
Chapter completed!