God of NBA point guards

Chapter 39 The Ultimate Killer King: We Wrestled Arms

On the morning of the 22nd, agent Roger Phillips came to Detroit and brought him a strength trainer, which was brought directly to his home.

"Zhou, this is Hughes Swildon, 36 years old, with a master's degree. He has been engaged in physical fitness and strength training for 4 years. I think he has a very good level, at least first-rate, but he doesn't have any well-known clients. So he hasn’t become famous yet, you can try him.” Philip introduced.

"Hello, Mr. Swildon, please sit down."

"Hello, Zhou, you can call me Hughes."

"You guys talk first, I'll make coffee."

After the two greeted each other, Philip went to the kitchen.

After Swildon sat down, Zhou Quan sat on the opposite sofa and asked seriously: "Hughes, my current requirement for strength training is to increase the strength of the lower body, the main purpose is to enhance speed and bounce, as well as agility. By the way, I also hope that the increase in the strength of the lower limbs can strengthen the protection of the joints of the lower limbs.

My upper body strength can be appropriately reduced, and the overall tonnage can be reduced to 90 kg. Can you do it? "

Swildon said sincerely: "Zhou, Mr. Philip has already talked with me about your request initially, and I have considered it. I can fulfill these requests and I have the ability. Please believe me. In fact, these The requirements are not high, I can do better.

For example, core strength, which you did not mention, but only by increasing core strength can your overall strength be better displayed.And the stronger your core is, the less likely you are to get injured. "

"You're right, Hughes. I want to increase my back attack, so the back muscles are also in the training plan. I want my lower back to be healthier."

"No problem, this involves core strength training, Zhou, we need a detailed communication, and then I will make a detailed training plan based on your request and my suggestions..."

After some communication, Zhou Quan decided to hire Swildon as his personal strength trainer, with an annual salary tentatively set at $5.

This standard is not high, but it is not low either. Currently, the average monthly income in the United States is [-] U.S. dollars, which has doubled to [-] U.S. dollars. And if Swildon proves his ability in the future, Zhou Quan will give him an appropriate salary increase .

In addition, there are not many working hours. Swildon can still pick up other clients, but it cannot affect Zhou Quan's training.

At this time, Philip came out with coffee and said, "Zhou, I will fix your training place as soon as possible. Do you have any requirements?"

"There are no other requirements, just don't go too far from here." Zhou Quan said.

"Okay, that's no problem. This is a high-end community and there are many fitness places. We can just rent a training room, which is very convenient." Philip laughed.

At night, the Palace of Auburn Hills is brightly lit.

Zhou Quan drove to the arena, came out of the parking lot, and happened to meet a group of Knicks players.

He knew some of these guys, the sinister locker room leader Charles Oakley, the silent and awkward gorilla Ewing, the goofy John Stokes, the man's film essence brother Gerald Wilkins, the big ass Mark Jackson, All-Star veteran Vandeweghe and so on.

"Boy, what are you looking at?"

Seeing Zhou Quan standing there looking at them, Oakley also stopped, staring at Zhou Quan with sinister eyes and asked.

"I'm Zhou Quan. Welcome to Mount Auburn Palace." Zhou Quan said with a smile.

"Iron Fist?"

Oakley was also a little curious, did this young man with a kind face who couldn't help being approached smashed Lambir's face and the postman's liver?
"Boy, why don't you go boxing?" He asked curiously again.

"Am I masochistic?"

Zhou Quan complained in his heart.

No matter in terms of nerve reaction speed or spatial imagination, it was impossible for him to engage in boxing before, and he would be beaten to death in the ring.

Even now, although the sense of space has reached the full level, it is impossible, because his nerve reaction speed is still slow.

The NCAA's first executioner, being able to beat Lambir and the postman, does not mean that he can stand in the ring against professional boxers, because ice hockey execution is fighting, not boxing.

"Because I love basketball, it is a part of my life." Without hesitation, he said a tall reason.

Oakley shrugged his shoulders, and said in a warning tone: "Boy, I'm an amateur boxer, so give me peace of mind, don't provoke me and my people, or you will suffer."

An angelic smile appeared on Zhou Quan's face, and he immediately said, "Okay, old bird, as long as you don't provoke me and my people, I will definitely not provoke you and your people."

Oakley raised his eyebrows, not surprised, he can get the title of the first executioner in the NCAA, and someone who can beat Lambir and the postman, if he looks like a softie in front of him, he will definitely suspect that this is a fake iron fist.

But he asked curiously, "What if we provoked you?"

Zhou Quan still kept a gentle smile on his face, but said sharply: "Then I hope you can beat the postman better, and don't be knocked down by my punch. Don't be like that soft guy Lambiel, no Dare to challenge me one-on-one."

Oakley's face twitched violently, he was sure, this is definitely a licensed product, not a parallel one, it is a real Iron Fist, not a fake Iron Fist.

"Boy, don't think that you can fight just because you beat those two guys. Those two guys are all high-flyers. Ruthless is ruthless, black is black enough, but will they fight?"

He snorted coldly, and the fierceness in his eyes became stronger.

As one of the four villains, he would not allow a rookie to act presumptuously in front of him, even if it was a rookie who messed with Ranbir and the postman.

"Charles, let me teach him a lesson."

A door panel stood up very actively and shouted loudly.

"you are?"

Zhou Quan looked at the man at the door curiously.

A muscular man about two meters tall, with arms as thick as thighs, not half an inch thinner than a postman. He belongs to the kind of person who can run a horse on his arms. His shoulders are wider than him. The whole person is like a door panel, and his body shape is somewhat similar to his. This kind of door panel figure, but it is a few circles bigger than him, and it is unbelievably strong.

To be honest, this kind of figure is not good-looking, and he doesn't like his door-panel body. His shoulders are too broad, and he looks shorter.

Seeing Zhou Quan's disdainful eyes, the doorman got a little angry, what's wrong, he doesn't like me?

"Anthony Mason," he said angrily.

Zhou Quan nodded and asked, "Anthony, how do you want to teach me a lesson?"

Anthony Mason laughed and said, "Wrestle your arms."

"Pfft!"

A group of people behind Oakley laughed.

Zhou Quan was also taken aback, door panel, are you the Nix who specializes in making jokes?

"Anthony, get out!"

Oakley cursed angrily.

Looking back at Oakley, Anthony Mason shrugged and stepped back indifferently.

"let's go."

After Mason's interruption, Oakley didn't bother to make trouble, and took the people away.

(End of this chapter)