Chapter 345

Chapter 345 The Chief Prodigal Son
After returning from Seattle, Mo Mengchen caught a cold, and he stayed in the closed hotel for too long.

The cold degraded all the functions of his body, but fortunately, these degenerations can be restored.

Also because of a cold, Mo Mengchen missed the game against the Philadelphia 76ers.

This is a wonderful game, and the most exciting thing is Iverson's big explosion.

This elf-like guy galloped across the court, scoring a season-high 45 points, leading the team to end the Pistons' winning streak, allowing the Pistons to swallow their sixth loss of the season, and at the same time leaving his declaration in Auburn Hills.

"No matter how many times, I can score high here, their defense sucks."

At the press conference after the game, Iverson faced the Motown media without fear, expressed his thoughts, and successfully provoked public outrage.

Mo Mengchen was also watching the game, and the fans missed him for the first game when he was absent.

Enthusiastic fans pulled up banners at the scene, with all kinds of disgusting and nasty words on them. Any sports fan who saw it would spit out his dinner.

Even Mo Mengchen felt uncomfortable when he saw it.

But tonight's game, the Pistons lost very aggrieved. Iverson's outburst was one of the reasons for the loss. The main reason was that everyone was out of shape.

If there is no form, there will be no touch. How can you win if you can't make a goal?
Buckley proposed to go to a nightclub to relax, and everyone agreed, including Hill, who never went to such a dusty place.

"Are you going, Daddy?" Jerome Williams asked.

Mo Mengchen had never gone to a nightclub with them, but today Hill got a nerve and agreed, so he had no choice but to obey: "I'm just going to have a look."

"As long as you are willing to come, I guarantee that you will come once and come a second time!" Barkley laughed.

That is impossible.

At midnight, Detroit is no longer safe. The guests of the three major casinos come and go, some people get rich overnight, some go bankrupt overnight, and there are countless nightclubs and clubs.

It's no wonder that Darko Milicic, a European country bumpkin, would linger here and become the VIP of all nightclubs within half a year.

For safety reasons, Mo Mengchen doesn't like to come to this place, but the fact is that these places are very dangerous for the poor, but for NBA players, who can be regarded as rich people, they are in this place full of workers and machines. One of the few entertainment venues in the area.

Buckley didn't care whether it was Mo Mengchen and Hill's first visit to this kind of place, he picked a nightclub with stripper service.

From the outside, this nightclub looks like an apartment, but as soon as you open the iron gate outside, walk through the corridor guarded by bodyguards, and enter the hall surrounded by colorful colors and metal music in addition to the darkness, the scene here makes Hill change color on the spot.

At a glance, there are about a dozen naked women on the stage, stripping in an extremely warm room. They have no dignity and accept all services. As long as the money is in place, there is nothing they cannot do. A room dedicated to the enjoyment of guests.

It's like an upscale brothel.

"Gentlemen, welcome the heroes of this city, the Detroit Pistons, with the loudest cheers!"

The guests only booed because they lost tonight, but it was booed in good faith, with a little encouragement, and if they won, they would get a huge ovation.

Bobby Jackson was very depressed. He defended Iverson tonight, but he was slashed by the opponent to a new season high. It can be said that he was very embarrassing.

"Bobby, you should learn from Dor.Mo. If you really can't prevent it, you will give a fierce foul. I don't believe that kid is hard!" A middle-aged man with a beard said reluctantly, obviously he just watched it. live streaming.

The appearance of Mo Mengchen and Hill made the strippers on the scene full of love.

Who doesn't know that these are the two most valuable people on the Pistons?Needless to say, Hill is already a first-line superstar in the league, and he usually behaves well and never has any negative news. Well, Mo Mengchen is definitely the most famous NBA player besides Jordan among active players.

"My friend, what song would you like to hear?"

The DJ at the scene was very good, and he seemed to know Barkley very well, so he greeted him as soon as he came.

Barkley let him do whatever he wanted, left a tip, and came back to sit.

A bunch of people sat in a circle, and the girls on the stage began to coquettishly flirt with this position, which made other guests very dissatisfied.

"Damn it, these people are still so proud after losing!" a drunkard said angrily.

Beside him is a middle-aged man with stubble on his face. Although his appearance has been greatly reduced by his unkempt appearance, as long as he takes good care of himself, anyone can tell that this is a man with the appearance of an idol star. man.

"The dignified Dor.Mo actually came to this kind of place to have fun, what's the difference between him and us?" He poured a glass of wine with a sneer and drank it full.

The bearded drunk asked, "Didn't you say you knew him? Why didn't you go say hello?"

"I really have to say hello to him, after all, it's thanks to him that I've gotten to this point!"

After saying this, he was six points drunk, picked up a bottle of wine and walked towards Mo Mengchen.

At this moment, Mo Mengchen looked out of place sitting in the middle.

Even Hill was shaking his head to the live music, and by doing so he set off the rest of the crowd, a bunch of wriggling reptiles, well, Detroit Kings of the Dance.

With their eyes closed, they control their movements as the music ebbs and flows.

The song was put to the last second, and their movements were frozen at the same time.

"Do you feel that you look a little silly?" Mo Mengchen took a sip of water.

Hill blended in quickly: "Mo, if you come, let it be, enjoy it."

I really want to enjoy it, but now I don't even have a sense of smell, so why should I enjoy it?
"You got into the show very quickly." Mo Mengchen snorted softly.

Buckley glanced behind Mo Mengchen and said, "Mo, it seems that someone is coming towards you."

Mo Mengchen looked back, the man was 1.8 meters tall, his hair was messy, and the hair on his face was messy, it looked like he hadn't taken care of it for a month.

"Your friend?" Hill didn't quite believe it.

If these few of them haven't shaved for a few days, he would complain about them. How could he have friends who don't pay attention to personal image?

How could I know such a person?

Mo Mengchen didn't even recognize him.

"Doctor Mo, I really miss the months away." He smiled enthusiastically, holding a bottle of wine, "Don't you want to introduce me to your teammates?"

Will you be sad if I say I don't know you?
Mo Mengchen cleared his throat, hoping that the other party would not immediately hear that he had a cold: "Who are you?"

The other party was stunned for a second, then continued to smile and said: "That's right, how can a big man like you remember a loser like me? But I still want to toast you, congratulations on losing, this will be my next whole. A source of joy for the week."

Jerome Williams slapped the table angrily: "Are you fucking trying to make trouble?"

At first, Mo Mengchen didn't recognize it, until he said these words on purpose to anger Mo Mengchen and his teammates. The smug smile on his face evoked Mo Mengchen's memory.

Yavi Tefdanla.

After Scorpio's operation failed, Tefdanla declared bankruptcy, and Mo Mengchen bought Scorpio for $10. (Thousands in the media are just trash talk)

Yawei also has a property under his name, and with this money, if he can make good use of it, he can still live a good life.

But there are always some people in the world who are too self righteous.

"I recognize it, it's you."

Mo Mengchen picked up the wine glass signed by Hill with a smile, and poured himself a glass of wine: "Let me introduce to everyone, Yavi Tefdanla, the mastermind behind the Scorpio surgery last year, he is undoubtedly the chief of Michigan. The prodigal son, who can destroy a big company in just two years, and the prodigal ability is second to none in Detroit, I finally understand why you guys lost, because we were so unlucky that we could meet him at any nightclub tonight."

Mo Mengchen's teammates laughed out loud, and Yawei's face became ugly.

Mo Mengchen poured half a glass of wine: "I have to toast you, to drive away bad luck for me and my teammates."

"You won't refuse, will you?" Mo Mengchen asked with a smile.

Yawei felt humiliated, and he wanted to come over to mock Mo Mengchen and take advantage of their losing days.

But he doesn't have the capital to ridicule others at all.

"Of course, how can I refuse Ethan?" Yawei gritted his teeth and drank a glass of bitter wine, then turned and left.

He didn't go back to find his drinking buddies, and walked out of the nightclub.

He seeks out like a beast, but these sleazy women are too ugly for him.

Once he just hooked his fingers, a woman ten times more beautiful than this would rush to throw him into his arms.

Just once.

Yawei roared and saw a white building far away, which was the conference building of St. Lucifer Hospital.

That was where it brought him humiliation.

"damn it!"

He thought of Noah Sievers, the woman who had humiliated her, the woman who was too pretty to look at.
"I have nothing left, I have to find her!"

Yavi walked towards the direction of St. Lucifer's Hospital.

 Four changes today, asking for a monthly ticket at the end of the month.

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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