king of los angeles

Chapter 33
Good times always pass quickly, and Las Vegas truly never sleeps.

If it wasn't for tomorrow's game, Lin Feng would immerse himself in it until the sun rose, and he began to understand how obsessed the bearded man is with nightclubs.

Although Lin Feng and Perkins did not live a luxurious butt life, they just drank a few glasses of wine and struck up a few words with enthusiastic girls.

The 190 cm Lin Feng has attracted the favor of many girls, but he did not leave anyone's number.Recreation and reality must be clearly distinguished, he doesn't want to be a lower-body animal.

A man who is obsessed with women and cannot extricate himself is an incompetent male animal, and desire is often the beginning of degeneration.

When returning to the hotel, he passed an open-air court that was open all night. Hearing the basketball slapping the ground and the cheers erupting from the crowd, the blood in Lin Feng's body began to surge.

Gary Smith, who used to have a place at Rock Park, can dunk on anyone and then enjoy cheering.

Perkins can't drink normally, this guy is shaking his head on the road, and he is short of Tulin Feng.

Lin Feng approached the stadium, wanting to see what was going on inside, maybe he could meet the league superstars who were on vacation in Las Vegas.

"Gary, the level of golf here is a mess. I don't think it's worth it."

Compared to hanging out on the field, Perkins prefers to go back to the hotel to take a bubble bath, imagining that it is a bubble bath mixed with Scarlett's bath water.

"Hey rookie, throw the ball over here!"

As soon as they reached the door, a basketball flew out and rolled at Perkins' feet.

This voice was very rude. Lin Feng scanned the audience with sharp eyes, and found that the people who yelled at him were actually the group of people he saw in the shoe store.

It was really a narrow Yuanjia Road, Lin Feng put his hands in his pockets and stood upright, not paying any attention to what the guy said.

The black guy also recognized him, and walked over with a smile on his face, "It's you, where are the sneakers? Put them in the backpack like a baby? That's not the right way to treat them."

Lin Feng put the new shoes in the rented pickup, and the pickup was parked in the parking lot of the nightclub because the two had been drinking.

Las Vegas has a strict traffic order, and the two did not want to experience drunk driving.

Lin Feng picked up the basketball calmly and made a motion of throwing the ball, which made the black guy subconsciously dodge.

"If you really love this sport, even if the basketball is flying towards you, you won't dodge it, and then open your arms." Lin Feng had a joke on his face.

Realizing that he was humiliated, the black boy lost all smiles, and his face suddenly sank.

"Dude, it seems that you have two skills, do you want to go up and play a few games." The black man pointed to the court.

The onlookers were very interested, and some people began to whistle and boo. The hip-hop men and women who had seen in the shoe store before appeared one after another, and they stood beside the blacks to protect them.

From the noisy crowd, I learned that this guy is Mike, and he is the streetball king of this generation.

But how can Las Vegas's field court compare with Rock Park? Under alcohol, Lin Feng decided to let this guy learn to respect.

Perkins wants to stop Lin Feng. As an agent, he is still sober. It is meaningless to make such an appearance. If he is injured on the field just because he is provoked by others, it will definitely not be worth the candle.

"Gary, that's not a good idea," Perkins said calmly.

Lin Feng understands the worst outcome of this matter, but he is the king of Los Angeles, so let's respond to these arrogant brats!

Unable to dissuade, Perkins had to tell him not to be too impulsive.

In the eyes of Lao Pa, Lin Feng is a brand new sports car that just rolled off the production line. As a responsible manager and friend, it is necessary to help him remove the stones on the road ahead.

Amidst the booing of the audience, Lin Feng came to the center of the basketball court, ready to fight one-on-one with Mike.

Everyone is very relaxed. Black Mike is the constant victor here. He shakes his body to warm up and looks confident.

Lin Feng decided that this group of guys didn't watch the news at all, and they didn't even know that they were rookies in Los Angeles.

"Your name, I never kill the unknown." Hey Mike asked.

"Lin Feng."

When these two words came out of his mouth, Lin Feng's body trembled a bit, because this was his real name, but now it felt weird, as if he had spoken some kind of secret code.

Perkins stood on the edge of the court with his arms folded. He was surprised by the name "Lin Feng", which seemed familiar but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

In this way, "Lin Feng" became synonymous with him tonight.

"Come on, uneducated boy, let me blow you up." Lin Feng said relaxedly.

Hey Mike is holding a basketball in his arms. He is a street player, and of course he is showing off his fancy dribbling.

This guy dribbles all kinds of tricks, but Black Mike is really fast, and the continuous crotch dribbles are dazzling, and the gorgeous effects make the audience climax one after another.

Cheers from Black Mike's mates, especially the two girls, who don't look like they'd mind sharing a street-ball boyfriend.

Lin Feng stood still inside the three-point line and watched Black Mike spin the top outside the three-point line. He didn't understand what this guy wanted to do, just to win cheers instead of scoring?
"What do you want to see? A dunk or a three-pointer?"

Finally, Black Mike stopped showing off his skills, stepped back and shot a three-pointer before Lin Feng could react, and the audience exploded.

Lin Feng watched the basketball fly into the net, but he didn't expect this guy to have two tricks.

Black Mac was triumphant, his eyebrows set into a figure-eight, and his expression conveyed sarcasm.

"Leave some suspense! Mike!" shouted the audience.

Perkins sighed. Although this guy is arrogant, he is the best street player here after all, and it is easy to score open shots.

Lin Feng smiled, he didn't expect this guy to have a few tricks, and he was going to sweat a little on the second ball.

"The person who invented basketball knows that your shot is so stinky, I'm afraid the coffin board will not be able to hold it down."

"If I lose, leave this park immediately and never come back. If you lose, throw away those things that don't help score anything, and play basketball decently for me."

Putting himself into defense again, Lin Feng spread his feet and put on an absolutely serious posture.

The stadium audience saw that his movements were very professional, and the noise gradually stopped, and they began to watch the game quietly.

Black Mike made a three-pointer and continued to attack in the second round until the ball was lost.

Black Mike was more active, dribbling behind his back, dribbling continuously under his crotch, and even rolling on the ground.

After a set of moves was over, Black Mike accelerated around Lin Feng and jumped for a layup. To his astonishment, he found that there was no basketball in his hand.

At this moment, Lin Feng behind him held the basketball in his hand, twirled his fingertips, and then shot a three-pointer.

"Giving me the space is equal to giving points, you are not Derrick Jones Jr., or Marco who deserves to be kicked."

Lin Feng didn't even move much.

Almost no one in the audience saw clearly how he snatched the basketball from Black Mike. The moment their bodies collided, the basketball changed hands!
The audience was in an uproar, and some people began to cheer for Lin Feng. His set of movements just now was not sloppy, and he completed it neatly.

Black Mike is very shameless. On this court, no one has been able to snatch the basketball from him so simply.

"Nice job, man!" Perkins danced.

Black Mike shook his head with a wry smile, "Well, you're lucky, and I'll give you a hard hat on the next ball."

(End of this chapter)