The NBA's Absolute Dominance

Chapter 63 Bill, are you having irregular periods again?
At 7:30, both sides announced their starting lineups.

Pistons: Bill Laimbeer, Oldenpolis, Orlando Ulrich, Gerald Glass, Isiah Thomas

Hornets: Tang Bei, Larry Johnson, David Wingate, Kendall Gill, Muggsy Bogues
Tang Bei waited in the players' tunnel to come on, standing at the very end.

Footsteps sounded behind me, and when I turned around, I saw the home team's starting lineup arriving.

His gaze fell on Bill Lambiel. He didn't recognize him, but he could tell just by the fierce look in Lambiel's eyes.

"Hey, Chinese kid, what are you looking at?" Lambiel asked, glaring at Tang Bei.

John Liu had told Tang Bei about the Pistons. He knew that this big guy came from a wealthy family, had a great reputation in the NBA, acted recklessly, was domineering, and had a notorious reputation. Few players in the NBA were not afraid of this guy.

But this didn't scare him. He stared at the other person with an extremely imposing gaze and said in a nonchalant tone, "What are you going to do about it?"

"Damn boy!"

Lambiel cursed, but that was all.

Through media reports and malicious hype, Tang Bei's image has begun to show characteristics of violence, impulsiveness, and ruthlessness.

The key is that he also knows martial arts and combat, which means he can fight. So, Lanbil, who is almost 36 years old and only has words left, is not very willing to provoke Tang Bei to his face, for fear of getting beaten up.

The competition began at 8:00 AM sharp.

At center circle, Bill Laimbeer, preparing for the jump ball, warned in a threatening tone:

"Kid, in my territory, you'd better behave yourself, or you'll be leaving here crying."

"Leaving in tears?"

Tang Bei's eyes widened.

"Turns out he's a coward!"

Ranbil believed he had frightened Tang Bei, and his face immediately revealed an extremely fierce and cruel expression as he continued to exert psychological pressure on Tang Bei.

Just then, the referee tossed the ball high into the air.

"Snapped!"

Tang Bei flicked the ball away, and the Hornets launched an attack.

He moved to the low left wing, where Bill Rambler was positioned inside. A sneaky elbow struck him in the ribs, while trash talk was sprayed into his ears.

"Kid, if you dare to jump under the basket, I'll make you fall to the floor covered in blood, and your bones will be shattered to pieces."

"ball!"

Seeing Muggsy Bogues preparing to break through from the top of the arc, Tang Bei shouted for the ball.

"You two are really annoying!"

Muggsy glanced at Larry Johnson, who was making his low post position on the right wing, cursed under his breath, and passed the ball to Tang Bei.

Pistons power forward Alden Polynes, who was guarding Larry Johnson, immediately turned around and double-teamed Tang Bei.

Tang Bei stood in a low stance, using his left hand to block Laimbeer behind him, and then received the ball with his right hand. While dribbling, he suddenly unleashed a post-up shot.

"Oh!"

With a heavy thud, the 111-kilogram Bill Lambiel groaned and was violently thrown backward, his body instantly uprooted and flying half a meter through the air before crashing into Polynes, who was closing in on him.

The 250-pound Polynes couldn't hold off Laimbeer, and he took two steps back while holding onto him, finally managing to stand up under the basket.

"Oh!"

During this process, gasps of surprise swept through the Auburn Hills Palace, which can accommodate 22,000 people, like a hurricane.

Amid exclamations, Tang Bei grabbed the basketball that bounced off the floor with both hands, turned around, took a step forward, and flew towards the basket a meter away.

"Trying to dunk on me? You damn bastard!"

Laimbeer, who had just turned around under the basket, was almost hit to death. Before he could catch his breath, he saw Tang Bei flying in the air and his eyes widened in fury. He jumped up and swung his elbow to smash Tang Bei down with all his might.

Unfortunately, he was out of sync and a beat too slow. His elbow struck Tang Bei in the chest, but the impact was negligible.

"boom!"

In the next instant, Tang Bei slammed his hands down, and the violent sound of the basket exploding assaulted the eardrums of 20,000 people, making everyone's hearts pound.

As he made his lateral impact, the basket slumped down and swayed violently to the right, causing his body to swing rapidly to the right.

He spread his legs and slammed them into Lambiel's neck. "Thump!"

Bill Rambler had barely jumped a foot when Tang Bei knocked him away, and he flipped backward, crashing into Polynes again.

The impact was so great that Polynes couldn't withstand it, and the two of them fell to the ground.

"Oh!"

The gasps from the Auburn Hills Palace had barely subsided when they rose again, then fell silent as all eyes, filled with terror, focused on the colossal beast hanging above the basket.

"Fuck you!"

"Shet!"

"damn it!"

Bill Rambil and Polynes were cursing, and another person who swore was the Smiling Assassin Isaiah Thomas.

Especially for Laimbeer, who was dunked on, he had never been so humiliated. He was so angry that his face turned blood red and his eyes turned red.

However, after being hit repeatedly, he could no longer bear it. He felt as if his chest had been run over by a truck and shattered. Even breathing hurt, as if his lungs had exploded.

"God, Lambiel has been dunked."

"This is bad."

This game wasn't broadcast nationally, only regionally. The two commentators and the MC on site stared in disbelief at the chaotic scene under the basket.

"You're moving so slowly, is it because you have irregular periods?"

Tang Bei let go and landed on the ground, looking down at Bill Lambiel, who was struggling to get up from the floor, and uttered a trashy remark.

"Go to hell!"

Bill Lambiel, already enraged, went completely berserk upon hearing this. Ignoring the back pain flaring up from his injury, he threw a weak, old left hook.

Tang Bei took a step back unhurriedly to dodge, too lazy to even retaliate.

He didn't want to be targeted by this old guy; a violent image would damage his commercial value. From now on, he wanted to establish a shining image as a moral exemplar.

"hiss!"

He missed hitting anyone, but instead pulled on his waist. Lambiel was in excruciating pain, his body stiffening and unable to move an inch.

"Bill, is your period irregular again?" Tang Bei asked with a "concerned" look.

"roll!"

Bill Lambiel cursed through gritted teeth.

"Ha ha……"

Several people nearby, including Pistons small forward Ulrich and a referee, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Di!"

The referee blew his whistle and stepped between the two players, calling an unsportsmanlike foul on Bill Laimbeer, giving the Hornets one free throw and possession.

"Old man, behave yourself. If you want to fight, I'll beat you so badly you'll have irregular periods off the court." Tang Bei said this and walked towards the free throw line.

"Gege..."

Bill Lambiel was so angry that his old face turned black, and he gritted his teeth so hard they almost broke.

At this point, Pistons head coach Ron Rothstein substituted Bill Laimbeer. Laimbeer was very frustrated; he still had many tricks up his sleeve to use on that Chinese guy.

"Boy, just wait for me."

After uttering a weak and empty remark, Bill Laimbeer, with the help of his teammates, left the game, clutching his aching back.

His protégé, Dennis Rodman, replaced him, playing center as power forward against Tang Bei.

Polynes is also a center, and he is 211 cm tall, but he weighs the same as Rodman at 100 kg. He is far less strong than Rodman, so he was not allowed to play the center position.

Rodman is the starting power forward, but he has been plagued by injuries and off-court issues lately, so he has been a substitute in the last few games.

"Dennis, teach that wretched kid a lesson," Bill Lambiel said menacingly to Rodman, who was about to take the court.

"Don't worry, boss, I'll handle him," Rodman said confidently.

(End of this chapter)