Chapter 2 Three unique skills ()

A grim smile flashed on Floyd's face. In his opinion, victory was already in his grasp. Although the guy in front of his feet was good, his health was too poor. He had no strength in just a few seconds and had not moved his body yet.

Zakun, who was on the other hand, also saw all this clearly. Although my cousin's skills were not as superb as he thought, it would be enough to defeat this yellow-skinned boy. In the future, the richest neighborhood would be my Zakun.

Wick and Johnny both looked at each other with concern, but they did not do anything because they knew that Stephen had a few moves not used. Although the boss's body had reached its limit, the more he would explode.

Sure enough, Stephen was carrying the ball softly, while constantly avoiding Floyd's invasion. The heavy pressure like a mountain made him quickly consume the little strength. He knew that if he didn't take action, he would not even have the strength to take action. At this time, his body suddenly fell forward, as if he was about to faint, and leaned towards Floyd.

With a pale face and half-closed eyes, Floyd thought Stephen was really going to faint, so he naturally would not help him kindly. Instead, he took a step back, but he did not expect Stephen to suddenly take action, and the ball immediately swept through the sky and fell towards the basket.

Just as Zakun cursed, Floyd was so angry that he wanted to roll up his sleeves and beat someone up. When Wick and Johnny were ready to celebrate, the ball hit the iron ring of the basket with a "bang", jumped twice and flipped outward.

"Haha" Zakun immediately laughed next to him. At this time, Stephen was tired and sat there, stretched out his tongue like a dog. When he saw that the ball did not enter, he barely stood up with his hands.

After taking a few deep breaths, I felt that my strength had come back a little more, and Stephen repositioned his defensive posture again. Although it was easy to get tired than black people, he recovered faster. This is probably a difference in race.

Floyd rushed over with the ball. In his opinion, Stephen was completely at the end of his strength. He didn't have to take action, afraid that the wind brought by himself would blow him down when he ran. It wasn't Zakun shouting next to him and asking him to be careful, but Stephen almost took the ball away from him.

Stephen's hand was like a spirit snake, and the angle of attack was very strange. It always suddenly appeared from unexpected directions, making people unable to defend themselves. It was not because of Zakun's reminder that Floyd would definitely be hit again.

Floyd forced Stephen to one side with a strong defense, took two steps, and suddenly jumped up in the air. Under the sunset, his figure was extremely tall, and his shadow dragged from one end of the court to the other end.

No one expected that Floyd would choose to use a dunk to complete this attack. Is this sure to win? Zakun had already opened his mouth and was about to laugh, but what happened in front of him made him hold back the laughter, making a sound like a chicken being pinched on his neck.

It turned out that Floyd's dunk was originally foolproof, but when he raised the ball over his head and smashed it down, he hit the inside of the ring with too much force. The ball bounced onto his bright forehead, bounced back to the rebound, and flew out from a distance.

"Shert" Zakun couldn't help but curse. Seeing that victory was about to be won, he would be detained by Floyd. Zakun looked at Floyd at this time and had the heart to kill him. He was so fed and fun these days that he was in vain. He could still find a girl, so it would be better to feed pigs.

"Boss, it doesn't matter. There is another chance. This kid probably doesn't have much effort. It's still okay for Floyd to defend him." The person next to him hurriedly comforted him.

Zaqun looked at Stephen, right? When Floyd forced himself over, he was almost knocked down. He was still holding his knees and gasping for breath. Even if Floyd dunked the ball away, he didn't have the strength to look back.

After Floyd got off the basket, he looked ashamed and didn't even dare to look at Zakun. He just stood in the circle silently, kicked Stephen, and signaled him to start soon.

Stephen barely drove the ball twice, and saw Floyd pushing him over, retreating directly, and taking action one step away from the three-point line.

Floyd looked up and looked at the rising basketball without any help. The ball was now four or five meters high, flying towards the basket with a very high parabolic trajectory.

Can you enter? This is a question that everyone has raised in their minds. If they can enter this way, wouldn’t the basketball be more accurate than a ballistic missile equipped with a precise guidance system? Even if they throw three-pointers in a long distance, they don’t throw them like this.

Only Stephen stood there calmly, with a little confusion in his deep eyes. Who knew how much time it took to practice such a little gimmick and how much sweat it had been sprinkled, and cutting vegetables and choosing vegetables made a flexible hand. The kneaded dough was thrown far into the basin, which was a must-have homework every day.

Stephen moved here at the age of twelve and began to fall in love with basketball. In just one year, he became the strongest among all his peers. In order to maintain his dominance, Stephen has been constantly improving his skills. If he is not physically good enough, then he can get the skills.

His changing steps, a sharp hand as fast as lightning, and an exaggerated big throw shot are his three unique skills. In order to practice these three tricks, he threw countless sweats, which was considered a small success. Especially for big throws, it is simply unimaginable that there is such a goal-scoring method, but Stephen can reach a shooting rate of more than 50% when practicing.

"Hmph!" Zakun snorted coldly and brought the people to Stephen. Wick and Johnny hurried over, and Johnson asked, "What, Zakun, do you want to regret it again?"

"Haha, who said I want to go back on my word? This neighborhood will be yours in the future. I, Zakun, promised not to take a step." Zakun looked down on me with your expressions. Just when Wick and Johnny were relieved, Zakun suddenly changed his face and said, "But before leaving, I will teach you a lesson."

"Idiot, come on, you and Thomas deal with that fat man, Marquis, Williams, you two deal with that thin man, hehe, the yellow-skinned boy, let's fight one by one." Zakun slapped Floyd's head hard, and asked him and the other boy to deal with Wick, and let the other two deal with Johnny. He clenched his fists and came towards Stephen.

"Your opponent is me." Wick was about to come and meet him, but Floyd and another guy stopped him. Johnny was about to help Wick deal with Floyd first, but the other two had already stood in front of him, and the six people fought together.

If the other party had four people, three of them could still deal with it, but if five people were not allowed to resolve the battle as soon as possible, then the only one who suffered a loss was Stephen, not to mention that he was the most ruthless among the five people.

"Hehe" Zakun had a grin on his face, and his mouth was like a crooked gourd, slowly walking towards Stephen like a cat playing with a mouse: "Boy, today I want you to taste the power of Boss Zakun." After that, his fist hit Stephen with a sharp sound of wind.

Stephen flashed past his fist, flew up his left foot and kicked towards Zakun's crotch. Zakun retracted his fist and smashed it down. Stephen had to withdraw his flying legs and dodge it to the side.

While dealing with Zakun's offensive, Stephen looked at the situation on the field, similar to himself. When Johnny dealt with the two people, he could only dodge left and right, and used his flexible steps to get rid of the opponent. He was running all over the field, while Wick and the opponent's two people hugged each other. It seemed that he could not tell the winner in a short time, and his legs were already heavy and unable to take steps. Could it be that the three of them fell here today?

Zakun's powerful fist rubbed Stephen's ear and hit him on the back of his head. Stephen staggered, his mind was like a bell ringing. However, Stephen also took the opportunity to swing his elbow and hit Zakun hard on his waist. He suddenly hit Zakun with his mouth wide and his body bent like a prawn. Stephen originally wanted to give him another ruthlessness, but seeing that Johnny was in danger, he hurriedly rushed over and threw his opponent to the ground. The sudden accident made Johnny's other opponent stunned. Johnny knocked him to the ground with a punch, pulled Stephen up and ran away.

When they ran to Wick, Zakun and the two guys who fell to the ground rushed over. The two of them hurriedly reached out to kick Floyd and Thomas around Wick to the side, pulled Wick and ran away.

Johnny and Wick pulled Stephen one by one, and the three of them ran towards the exit of the park. Before Zakun could teach them a lesson, how could he give up and lead the people behind and chased after him.

One in front and one behind, two people crossed Axac Street and entered the Chagrange neighborhood, which was already a wealthy area. Taking advantage of Zakun and others' weaknesses that were unfamiliar with the terrain here, Stephen successfully got rid of Zakun and others. The three of them were so tired that they sat there like dead dogs.

"Wick, watch here. Stephen and I will go inside to put water, and then you will change." The three of them sat there for a long time before they recovered. It was almost dusk, and the orange-red sunlight shone on an oak cottage in the distance. The white cottage was dyed golden. Johnny pulled Stephen up and asked Wick to watch here, and then the two walked towards the cottage.

The two were having fun when they suddenly heard the sound of Wick quarreling with others outside. The two hurriedly held back their urine and looked outside through the gap.

When they saw the two people, they were so scared that they were out of their minds. The two of them were quarreling with Wick. The two were surrounding Wick, arguing fiercely, and one of them was stabbing Wick in the stomach with a baton.

The two looked at each other, wondering if they should go out to help Wick. What they gangsters fear the most is the police. Especially when they appear here, the police in the neighborhood where they live will naturally not patrol. However, when they see them appearing in a wealthy area, they need three batons, and if they ignore them, they also need three batons.
Chapter completed!