This point guard is great

Chapter 48

The black basketball was firmly stuck on the basket, and the audience on one side were already excited to curse. After all, they beat Mahon to win, and Oakley, LDG, was about to jump out of his heart. If Mahon lost, Oakley would suffer a lot.

Ma Hong also had a look of disbelief, as if he couldn't accept his mistake.

With a soft snort, Artest triumphantly picked up the ball: "Little brother, you're welcome this time, big brother, let me show you an Artest moment."

Just when Taizi was about to shoot, Ma Hong's slender and slender palms firmly covered the basketball: "Don't get excited, it's too boring to play such a little pediatrics, do you dare to add a bet?"

Raise?

Ma Hong bared his sharp canine teeth: "Let's make a personal bet, 100 million."

Fuck, Kevin Ollie and Watson almost rushed down to touch Mahon's head. Is this kid crazy? He is bound to lose this ball, and he raised 100 million?
The audience was in a turmoil, and they couldn't understand what Ma Hong was doing. If you want to have a grudge with Qian, give it to us. We don't dislike it. Don't throw it in the pit. No, if it is for Artest, it is completely thrown into the sea, and the waves can't even see one.

The only person who smelled a conspiracy was Oakley, the big bastard. He didn't see what Ma Hong had done, but he instinctively felt that Ma Hong was digging a hole based on his rich experience in all kinds of gambling for 20 years and as an old water fish for 20 years.

And it forces you to eat alone.

Artest's eyes are bright, 100 million! ?

"Boy, do you think you can give me some gold for being a coward so that I can cover you in the future? Don't worry, I will accept 100 million. From now on, I will cover you and keep your hot and spicy food."

While talking, Artest was about to pat Mahon's head.

As for covering Mahon, how is that possible? It’s just for fun, but Artest didn’t touch Mahon’s head, because when he raised his hand, Mahon made a steal in an instant, took the basketball from his hand and raised it to hold Artest’s arm: "Dare you dare to play, hurry up, I don't like grinding like a bitch."

Ma Hong's shot is very fast, and his finger movements are very delicate. Although Taizi didn't hold the ball firmly, he still had some subconscious ball protection movements, but even so, Ma Hong still completed a beautiful steal in minutes.

Face to face, and then look at the basket, Artest doesn't think he can lose, after all, just throw the ball in, and the difficulty is basically 0.

"You want to send me money, how could I not agree, but boy, are you sure you don't want to take this opportunity to be my younger brother? You won't have a chance when I hit the basket."

Ma Hong's gaze seemed to be looking at a mentally ill child, which made Artest very upset.

"No problem, bet." Artest said and snorted.

How dare you steal a chicken from me, this reckless little thief.

Taunting Ma Hong in his heart, Artest directly took the basketball from Mahon's hand and threw it at the No. 3 basket in the first row of the basket. He would not give Ma Hong a chance to repent. This is a huge sum of 100W.

"Boy, give me the money."

Real men never look at the result. Artest asks for money on the spot when he throws the ball. If Ma Hong dares to play tricks, he must let Ma Hong know what a man's elbow is.

But this time Ma Hong didn't panic at all, instead he pointed at the basket jokingly.

uh-huh?

Artest turned his head, his eyeballs almost popped out, and the ball that appeared in the third basket was the black ball Mahon used instead of the brown ball he used! ?
what happened! ?
Without giving Artest a chance to play tricks, Mahon took the ball and threw it, and the perfect black lines lined up with slashes.

"Senior, thank you very much for your 100 million. Do you think it is cash or check?"

Taizi gritted his teeth, he pulled Ma Hong up and raised his fist: "How dare you f*cking play tricks!?"

Knowing that Artest can't afford to lose, Ma Hong is not worried. He can trigger the protection skills while still inside the three-point line, and if this guy really can't afford to lose, all the teammates sitting are witnesses.

In the end, Artest still didn't hit this punch, because there were too many people around, not only team members, but also many Bulls assistants, workers, and the head coach Cartwright.

The younger brother Eddie Curry, who is still in the same situation, still has a conscience, and ran over to explain his doubts.

Artest's throw was okay, it was Mahon's ball that was problematic.

The ball Mahon threw before was stuck in the basket so badly that it was impossible to accommodate the second ball. As soon as Artest's ball hit it, it was directly bounced away under the force. Instead, Mahon's ball got a second chance to spin and fell directly into the basket. That's why Eddie Curry told Artest miserably that Mahon has been practicing throwing the ball with his eyes closed recently.

It's too damn bad, Taizi is so angry that his stomach will explode.

However, if you don't dare to lose your temper, it's a real debt of 100 million yuan, so you can't lose your temper.

A group of people leaned on Ma Hong happily. After all, everyone won money this time. Only Oakley strangled Ma Hong's neck and whispered: "You little thief, what, do you eat alone?"

Ma Hong hurriedly smiled and begged for mercy: "No, no, Mr. Oakley, at worst, I don't want your dividend."

This made Oakley dumbfounded, you took 100 million, and I only got a few dollars when I was full of money.

Artest was about to cry: What the hell is my money.

Although I know that the possibility is not high, I still need to rescue him. In case Ma Hong is a thin-skinned guy, I heard that people in that country are very talkative, what a country of etiquette.

The smiling Taizi came over: "Well, Red Horse, your shots are really accurate, that's great."

Ma Hong is also very gentle: "No, no, it's all good for the seniors. You have to throw the ball to the second row and the first row. I really can't beat you."

Puff puff, Artest was stabbed twice in the heart.

Swallowing this painstaking effort: "Well, Red Horse, look, this is just a practice in the team, a little lottery is okay, 100 million, isn't it?"

Before Artest finished speaking, Ma Hong immediately raised his arms: "I haven't thanked Senior Artest for his sponsorship yet. 100 million is enough to solve my urgent need. You don't know, it's hard for us to lose the draft. People in strange cities have no money, cars or houses. Thank you senior. Tonight, I will treat you to a big meal at Antur Restaurant!"

Oh, there is something to eat, it must be a collective booing, and then Ma Hong took the opportunity to dodge, cannibalism, these people are hardcore witnesses.

The whole team was rejoicing, only Artest heard the sound of his heart breaking, Nima, this 100 million is enough, enough for me to play many good things, why, it's gone like this?
Under the watchful eyes of all, although Artest's heart hurts, he really has no face to renege, but he is so stuffy that he can't breathe.

After writing a promissory note that could be credited at the end of the month, Artest felt that he was finished.

Ma Hong ran to the side and secretly took a look at Artest who was beating his chest and feet... It seemed that he was almost ready.

(End of this chapter)