"Help!~~~" Mu Qing's shouts kept coming from the basket.

Listening to these calls for help, who would dare to go against Lin Fei?

Guo Jianping never expected that as a famous fighter at Huadu University, Wang Muqing had no chance to even get out of his cell phone, so he was directly treated as a basketball by Lin Fei as a basketball player and was unable to move, so he could only call for help.

He really underestimated Lin Fei's strength.

"Lin Fei, we are defeated today! However, in the future, as long as we are met by our passionate team on the court, I will definitely make your Flying Team a waste team, so that you won't get a single point." Although Guo Jianping knew that Wu Gong was not Lin Fei's opponent, he still looked arrogant.

He told Lin Fei that his martial arts skills are not as good as him today, but his passionate team on the court can still completely crush the Flying Team.

"Oh, so confident? Since that's the case, then this Saturday, our Flyers and the Hot Blood Team will play a game on this stadium to see who will crush who?" Lin Fei's eyes were as calm as water, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

His calmness surprised Guo Jianping. Is this guy crazy? The Flying Team, which is of medium strength and ranked 15th, wants to overwhelm the Tenth Hot Blood Team?

"Okay, I promise you that this Saturday, our two teams will play a game here. If you lose, you will change the Flyers to the Flyers in the future." Guo Jianping looked arrogant and looked straight at Lin Fei: "Do you dare?"

Lin Fei replied directly: "Why don't you dare? If my Feiren team loses, they will voluntarily change to a waste team, but if your passionate team loses, what should they call it?"

Guo Jianping smiled coldly and said, "Don't worry, our Hot Blood Team will not lose. If it loses, then we will be called the Turtle Team."

At this time, some members of the Flying Team and the Hot Blood Team had already used their mobile phones to make an appointment with Lin Fei and Guo Jianping for a game, and filmed it into a video and sent it to the school forum.

At the same time, the students of the Qinglong Club brought a ladder from somewhere, leaned on the rebound, and went up to a student, and pulled out Mu Qing who was stuck in the basketball basket.

After Mu Qing and the rescue student got off the ladder, Mu Qing not only did not restrain his arrogance, but became more and more rampant, threatening Lin Fei: "Boy, how dare you attack me? Do you know who I am? I am the son of Mu Hyuk, the elder of the Qinglong Society. I will call my father now. If you have the ability, stand and don't leave."

After saying that, Mu Qing took out his cell phone and made a call.

Xu Wei was already very worried when he saw Lin Fei and Mu Qing make an appointment for Saturday's game. At this moment, he saw Mu Qing calling his elder, the Great Elder of the Qinglong Society, and Lin Fei is in trouble now.

Xu Wei was uneasy and walked to Lin Fei and whispered: "Lin Fei, go quickly! His father Muhe, is a ruthless person from Qinglong. He will do everything he wants to kill, traffic, kidnap and extort. He will be troubled when he comes."

Seeing Xu Wei muttering in Lin Fei's ear, Guo Jianping's face showed a hint of pride. Hehe, it seems that Xu Wei wants Lin Fei to escape.

Guo Jianping wants to see the next good show. Mu Qing’s son is the elder of the Qinglong Association. If he knew that Mu Qing was thrown into the basketball by Lin Fei as a basketball player, how could this elder of the Qinglong Association let Lin Fei go?

For a moment, he was not in a hurry to leave. The other members of the Hot-blooded team were also gloating and wanted to see Lin Fei's good show.

After Mu Qing finished calling, he immediately said to Lin Fei: "Boy, if you are afraid, now kneel down and call me Grandpa. I can think that nothing has happened. Otherwise, when I bring people here, no one can save you."

Lin Fei smiled and said, "Then I'll talk about it when I come."

Mu Qing felt stuffy in his chest. He didn't expect that he would move out of his own. Lin Fei was still not afraid at all. Could it be that this kid didn't even know the Qinglong Club?

"Xu Wei, let's continue practicing football." Lin Fei looked at Xu Wei and said as if nothing had happened.

Practice?

Xu Wei was stunned.

Guo Jianping, both the Flying Team, the Hot Blood Team, and the Qinglong Club were all confused.

At this time, Lin Fei is still in the mood to play basketball?

Lin Fei saw Xu Wei being stunned, then shook his head, then took the basketball from a student of the Flying Team, walked under the basketball board alone, slapped the ball, slapped the ball around, and transported the ball between his legs, but he didn't forget to be handsome.

Mu Qing, Guo Jianping and others had the urge to vomit blood.

At this moment, Lin Fei, who was dribbling the ball, held the basketball with both hands, flew up from the ground, and grabbed the ball with both hands and shot a beautiful ball into the basketball.

Everyone's eyes moved towards the basketball with the flying out of the basketball.

With a thud.

The basketball hit the ball and did not score the goal!

Guo Jianping, Mu Qing and others, who originally thought Lin Fei would definitely win, had their muscles trembled. I went, and my movements looked awesome, but I didn't score a goal, wasting my expression.

A boo sounded.

However, Lin Fei seemed to be unable to hear other people's booing, and caught the basketball and shot it again and again. Dongdongdongdongdong, Lin Fei made three or four shots before barely making a goal.

Seeing this, Guo Jianping and the students of the Hot Blood Team couldn't help but feel happy. With Lin Fei's rookie level, he also wanted to compete with the Hot Blood Team. It seems that the Flying Team will soon be changed to the Waste Team.

Xu Wei and other students of the Flying Team all had a worried face. They used to see Lin Fei dared to challenge the Hot-blooded team, but they thought Lin Fei had outstanding skills. Now, when they saw Lin Fei standing under the basket, and no one snatched it, they made four shots in a row before hitting one shot.

How can you win the Hot Blood Team with such strength?

All the Flying Team members were discouraged and frowned.

Lin Fei was alone under the basket and played for nearly half an hour.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Boss Mu, your father is here!"

Mu Qing was delighted, and the rest of the people looked around, looking for Mu Qing's father.

Not far away, three people walked in front of him. An old man in black Tang suit, slightly gray-haired, with a solemn expression on his face, a deep gaze, and steady steps. He had a strong momentum while walking.

This old man is Muh, the great elder of the Qinglong Society.

Behind him were two bodyguards in suits and sunglasses.

"Dad, you are finally here!" Mu Qing greeted him and said with a happy look.

Moohe looked at his son and said in a deep voice: "Is it true that you said you were being dumped on the basketball basketball?"

Mu Qing's eyes suddenly flashed with anger and he nodded to his father: "Yes, dad."

Muh's eyes became colder and he asked, "Where is that person?"

Mu Qing looked at Lin Fei, who was still playing under the basket, and immediately pointed at him and said to his father: "Dad, it's him!"

Muhe looked along his son's fingers and saw Lin Fei playing basketball, but his face suddenly turned pale like frost!
Chapter completed!