Chapter 78 Jordan: I was kicked out?
There were three staff members outside the home team's locker room. When they saw Jordan coming, followed by Ewing and Oakley, one of them quickly opened the door of the locker room and shouted inside: "Hey, guys, Michael Jordan is here, with Ewing and Oakley."

"What are they here for?"

"hurry up."

Except for He Zhongqiu who was still sitting on the chair, the other four people stood up immediately and looked towards the door nervously, just like soldiers about to be inspected by the king.

"Is the boss here?"

He Zhongqiu asked curiously.

Philip poked him and said, "Michael Jordan, and Ewing and Oakley."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jordan, biting a cigar, appeared at the door and walked in leisurely, followed by Ewing and others.

"Hey guys, hello there."

Jordan took the cigar down, skillfully held it between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, exhaled a puff of thick smoke, said something, and then bit it back, looking like a boss.

"Hello, Michael. Patrick, Charles..." Alan Houston and others were respectful, and even the unruly madman was very well behaved.

"Hey, are you guys here to challenge me?"

He Zhongqiu suddenly stood up from his chair, glaring, and his angry roar resounded in the locker room, rolling endlessly, shocking everyone.

The grandmaster's aura burst out completely, and the whole person was like an angry brown bear, extremely shocking and oppressive.

The entire locker room fell silent, and everyone looked at him with their mouths open.

"Let's stand together and kill these unknown guys." He waved his hand and strode towards Jordan.

One man KOed 12 people, broke dozens of ribs, knocked out dozens of teeth, and caused seven or eight concussions. The violent incident of Conseco made Wolverine famous in the NBA. The destructive fighting power of the NBA praised by Dr. Iron Elbow Karl Malone, who would not be afraid? Who would dare to challenge?

"Oh, damn!"

Forced by his momentum, Jordan, who didn't want to be slapped and have his teeth knocked out, hurriedly took two steps back, and the cigar in his mouth fell to the carpet.

At this time, he extremely regretted breaking into the Knicks locker room without saying hello.

The same went for the others, even Oakley, one of the four evil men, and even Ewing, who had been in this locker room for fifteen seasons, were forced to take two steps back.

Jerry Stackhouse, who has a bit of a temper, dared not show his temper in front of the murderous NBA destructive force Wolverine, so he just hid behind the big man Haywood.

"Hey, Mid-Autumn Festival, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Mid-Autumn Festival, misunderstanding."

Philip finally reacted, and hurriedly ran up to hug He Zhongqiu, shouting: "Zhongqiu, this is Jordan, Michael Jordan, and Ewing, the Ewing you admire the most..."

At this time, Jordan and his team had already run out of the locker room. Oakley stopped at the door and yelled angrily: "Wolverine, you are such a piece of shit. Patrick wanted to come back and teach you how to play basketball, but now you can forget about it."

"Damn Chinese!"

Veteran Christian Laettner cursed under his breath in anger.

Alan Houston and the others also reacted. Charlie Ward, Ewing and Oakley were old teammates. They quickly stood in front of He Zhongqiu and shouted, "Wolverine, what do you want to do? Don't mess around..."

"Wolverine misunderstood. He thought they were here to challenge him," Philip explained quickly.

"what?!"

Jordan and others then realized that it was a misunderstanding.

At this moment, He Zhongqiu, who had just looked angry and murderous, suddenly laughed, pulled away Philip who was holding him, walked towards the door, and stretched out his right hand from a distance, smiling and saying:

"Welcome, welcome, everyone, welcome to our locker room. I was just joking just now. I hope you don't mind. Haha!"

Philip quickly translated.

"Shit! Damn rookie, is this a show of strength for me?"

Jordan cursed inwardly, and when He Zhongqiu extended his hand, he shook it angrily.

"Welcome home, Patrick."

He Zhongqiu extended his hand to Ewing again. Ewing's face twitched and he shook it.

"Haha, everyone, please come in."

He Zhongqiu completely dominated the situation and led Jordan and others back into the locker room.

As the Knicks' locker room leader for many years, Oakley was waiting to shake hands, but in vain, the guy didn't even look at him. He was so angry that his face turned pale.

If it were someone else, he would have kicked him, but this was Wolverine, so he had to grit his teeth and endure it.

He Zhongqiu said with a smile in a teasing tone: "Michael, Patrick, how about it, my acting is not bad, right?
I tell you, I am a serious actor. I studied at the only film school in Asia for two or three years, I have acted in dozens of TV movies, and I have played important supporting roles in many movies. "

Jordan was so angry that his liver ached. "Go to hell with your acting skills, you bastard, you ignorant country bumpkin, you damn vulgar person, are you using me to show off your power?"
He thinks that Wolverine is no joke. The current Knicks boss Alan Houston is weak in character and not strong at all. How can he possibly suppress a man as fierce as Wolverine?

"Hmph, it's time to go on stage, let's go."

There was no point in saying more now. He had already lost face. Jordan was so angry that his face turned blue and he turned around and left.

"They seem angry?"

He Zhongqiu was startled and looked back at Philip.

Philip said helplessly: "Mid-Autumn, it's not like that, Michael is definitely angry. Although he is old, he still has strength. You have to be careful that he will score 50 points today."

He Zhongqiu didn't feel anything, since it wasn't him and Jordan who were facing each other anyway. But Alan Houston's face turned dark when he heard this.

"let's go."

He glared at He Zhongqiu and left the locker room first.

He Zhongqiu followed and said in dissatisfaction, "Guys, I think our locker room is too unruly. When Jordan and his team broke in, you actually stood up to welcome him. It's really embarrassing. This is our territory."

Philip is used to it now, and he translates whatever He Zhongqiu says.

After hearing Philip's translation, Alan Houston blushed, and the others were embarrassed as well.

He continued, "Of course, the rules I'm talking about are not those old customs and habits, but military rules. We should implement paramilitary management in the locker room. If an enemy breaks in, everyone will go up and fight him shoulder to shoulder."

Even if Philip was mentally prepared, he was speechless and didn't know how to translate.

"Wellington, what did he say?" the madman couldn't help asking.

"Oh, he said..."

Philip translated it anyway; it was his job after all.

"roll!"

"cut!"

"Screw your paramilitary management."

"Wolverine, freedom is what matters, you idiot."

The whole group of people glared at He Zhongqiu and raised their middle fingers.

"Hey, you don't understand military regulations. I can be your instructor. I'm good at being an instructor." He Zhongqiu did not give up and shouted from behind.

"This guy still wants to be our instructor? Is he looking for an opportunity to beat us up?"

"Don't agree to him. I swear I will never support him to be the leader of the locker room. Otherwise, we will all be beaten to death by him, just like that idiot Artest."

The madman and others were too lazy to pay attention to He Zhongqiu anymore and quickened their pace to distance themselves from him.

Phillip asked in a low voice: “Zhongqiu, when Jordan came in just now, did you do it on purpose?”

He Zhongqiu shook his head and said, "I just haven't filmed for a long time. They happened to barge in, so I just used them to practice."

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