NBA, Yao Ming is back!

All I heard on the phone was what they said.

"Boss, I'm afraid it won't be easy for me to get the person you want. They won't release him." Pelinka's voice sounded aggrieved, clearly indicating that he had been wronged.

"What's going on? Tell me about it."

Does he have an agent now?

That's not right, but Yao Ming clearly remembers that he doesn't have an agent right now.

"It's not his agent, it's his boss. He won't release him, saying he'll only release him if he gets permission from his number one fist."

Oh? Such a good thing exists.

Okay then.

I've been playing too much ball lately, and haven't boxed in a long time.

It's the perfect time to get ready and let my fists get a good thrashing.

Upon hearing this, Yao Ming asked, "Then where are they now?"

"They're right outside your basketball court. They're saying they won't let me go until they see you."

"Don't rush, wait a moment, I'll be right there."

Yao Ming threw down the basketball, tightened his shoelaces, and prepared to go all out.

"What's wrong, Yao? Is there some trouble? If so, I can help you sort it out."

Despite his short stature, Allen Iverson is quite influential on the streets of America. Otherwise, Stephon Marbury wouldn't have sought his help to settle a dispute back then.

Now Yao Ming is treating him so well, even paying out of his own pocket to invite his female idol to play basketball with him.

He has to show his loyalty, otherwise he'll feel like he's not being loyal enough, and how will he face others when he goes back?

We were talking about that.

Before they even got there, the basketball court door was flung open, and a tall figure appeared, carrying Pelinka, the little chick, beside him, saying in a deep, booming voice:

Who is Yao Ming?

"Those who want me, have they even asked me?"

Wow, such a young old oak tree is truly a rare sight.

When Yao Ming saw him in his past life, he was much older than he is now.

The man who came was none other than Oakley, known as Old Oak, the professional enforcer who used to work for Dan.

Charles Oakley.

"It's you, huh? You're quite tall."

"You should know why I'm here..."

Yao Ming looked at Ben Wallace next to him, who hadn't yet grown an afro and looked rather short no matter how you looked at him.

He was delighted to see the prey.

Wallace, at this point, was in Oakley's hands. Seeing this tall, naked man staring at him, he was somewhat puzzled, but to be honest…

I've never seen anyone this tall before.

Of course, given Ben Affleck's intelligence, following Oakley was definitely the right thing to do. Historically, when he changed agents, he was ripped off in the first wave, which led him to never hire an agent again in his life.

But if you sign with me, I promise you won't suffer any losses.

To use someone as a tool.

It has to be better.

If you run away, go find someone else to level up with.

"Kid, I'm talking to you, why didn't you hear me?" Oakley used his usual tactic, starting by showing his toughness.

Although Oakley is 2.06 meters tall, standing next to Yao Ming, who is nearly 2.30 meters tall...

That's really true.

A bit short.

"Old Oak, I know your rules. Come on, there's a separate training ground over there. Let's go in and have a good chat."

"After we finish talking, I believe you will be willing to talk to me."

Oakley was taken aback.

Good guy.

You want to talk to me, Oakley, right away?

I've never seen such an arrogant kid before. Don't you know who I am?

"Do you know how many people I've broken with a single punch? Is your nose really that hard?"

He was telling the truth. Yao Ming had heard similar strange stories before; it seemed that one NBA rookie broke the nose of a seven-foot Bucks center with a single punch during his first two years in the league.

"I know, I know, let's hurry up, we still have to practice ball after this session."

Oakley, a frequent street brawler, immediately recognized Yao Ming's eager attitude and realized that this tall, imposing Asian man was...

That kind of feeling where you really want to have sex with yourself right away.

It's not the kind that looks fierce but is actually a bloodthirsty roar, fighting and retreating simultaneously.

But he's not a coward; he's still playing for the Knicks.

Right now, Ben Wallace is playing under his protection, and he takes care of everything for him.

He was practically a godfather to Ben Affleck.

Oakley himself doesn't particularly trust agents; he even famously said, "I'll negotiate my own money."

It is precisely because of this experience that even though Ben Affleck doesn't have an agent, he can still help him resolve many contract issues.

Ben Affleck's later distrust of his manager is definitely directly related to him.

However, because of this, the commercialization and business development of Ben Wallace's contracts have not been done very well.

He thought this newly emerged agent was planning to scam his child out of money.

As parents, of course we have to teach them a lesson.

Before he came, he had asked people in the circle who this Pelinka was.

Because he didn't remember Pelinka as an agent. Pelinka had been in the NBA for so many years and was quite famous. He must have heard of him.

Finally, I found some information.

What? The Michigan Fab Five as substitutes?

A fake Five Tigers?

You've only been a real estate agent for a few months?

Ha ha.

Even if you're the real deal, it's useless.

Besides, he's never even played in the NBA, so what's he acting all high and mighty about?

Take this punch, you damn liar!

Pelinka, being a bachelor himself, immediately betrayed Yao Ming under Oakley's fist.

Well, there was nothing he could do; he simply couldn't withstand two punches from Oakley.

If he really does a couple of moves, then he probably just got a VIP membership at the Golden Club.

That would be a huge loss.

……

"Okay, do you need to warm up? After all, you're getting on in years."

"What's with the warm-up? Do you expect me to warm up before a street fight? Just go for it."

Oakley was also motivated, and the two of them went through the other side door and slammed it shut.

No one is allowed to come in.

Unless this door is opened.

This is a man's battle.

A fair and square one-on-one match.

"Did you get insurance for that big guy in your family?" Ben was naturally very confident in his half-godfather.

Because he had personally witnessed Oakley being beaten into submission by countless people.

I believe this time will be no exception.

If Artest or McGrady were here.

That would probably elicit a counter-question—

Oakley's health insurance plan: which tier did he buy?

soon.

Heavy male breathing could be heard from inside.

And crackling sounds.

A crackling sound.

Sometimes, even the vibrations from hitting the wall are clearly audible.

Upon hearing this, the two realized they were serious.

"What happened? Where's Yao?"

When Iverson heard the noise, he came out of the largest training field and immediately saw Ben Wallace with the same buzz cut as Iverson last season.

Judging from his height, he must play guard.

However, those muscles are quite impressive.

If he were playing guard, he felt his muscles were even more exaggerated than Jordan's.

"Excuse me, you're not allowed to go in, Allen."

"They're fulfilling a promise between men."

Do you know me?

Unfortunately, while Allen Iverson and Ben Wallace knew each other, Iverson didn't know Wallace very well. This was mainly because Wallace was an undrafted player and averaged only 1+1 per game last season.

Who can recognize it?

There are hundreds of players in the NBA. Apart from the starters, even the substitutes, Iverson didn't recognize them all, let alone the bench players.

"You know me? Do you play in the NBA? I've never seen you before."

"I'm a player for the Washington Bullets, well, they've changed their name to the Washington Wizards this year. I haven't played much, just... just a few minutes."

Wallace was straightforward and didn't mince words, quickly explaining everything clearly.

Wizards? Bullets?

Ok?

Does this person exist?

After thinking for a while, he couldn't remember. Iverson looked at him and didn't want to make things difficult for him, given his straightforward street-smart personality.

Iverson has always been quite empathetic.

Just make him move aside, but how could Ben Wallace possibly do that?

This displeased Iverson, as his newly formed Eastern brother was still suffering in the throes of trouble.

Look how pitiful that sound is.

We can't afford not to go in now.

People will say that I'm not a loyal person.

The two were about to clash, since Iverson's current female idol was right there beside him; how could he lose face?

Even if I would be at a disadvantage if I went head-to-head with Ben, I still had to go for it.

Whether you can do it or not is one thing, whether you dare to go on is another. That's probably why many people like Allen Iverson.

After a while, the noise inside gradually subsided.

"Get out of my way right now! If my brother gets hurt, I'll never forgive you!" Seeing that there was no movement, Iverson pushed Ben Wallace aside. Ben Wallace, hearing no sound from inside, assumed the matter was over.

Let this skinny guy go in if he wants.

When the time comes, they'll be terrified and their legs will go weak when faced with Oakley's gaze.

Every time Oakley finished a fight.

Even Wallace was terrified by that look in his eyes.

This is why he wasn't afraid at all when he later fought with Taiko at the Palace of Auburn Hills.

Because Artest compared to his mentor Oakley.

That's nothing at all.

It's only kindergarten level.

bang-

Just as Iverson was about to pull the door open, it opened by itself from the inside.

"Oh dear, what brings you all here? Allen, I told you to go inside and wait, you still have practice to do later."

"you……"

Ben Affleck's eyes widened when he saw that it was Yao Ming who walked out.

They seemed unable to believe it.

At that moment, Oakley was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, seemingly in disbelief.

I was actually... this guy who looks like he's not even 17 years old.

He was slammed hard onto the ground.

More than once.

He had fought against trained fighters, but those trained fighters almost always lacked the ruthlessness of real street fighting.

Even if someone is more capable than you, sometimes you still can't get the better of them.

but.

He was having a friendly conversation with this kid.

It was obvious that he had been traveling the same route...

The one who rose to power.

We definitely have to go for it; he's known as the "Little Iron Man" of the Sharks' youth team.

How many eccentric students are there in sports schools? Countless.

Yao Ming himself was bullied many times back then, a fact that Liu Xiang also has a record of.

This time, however, he entered the sport through martial arts.

Practice boxing before playing ball.

Don't tell.

This works much better.

It felt like a sports school.

Everything looks much fresher now.

Of course, Oakley did have some skill, and Yao Ming did take a few hits, but to be able to easily take down Jordan's bodyguards on the court was already quite impressive.

Looking at Oakley lying on the ground, questioning his existence, Yao Ming walked out with a slightly dirty hem, and his imposing presence even made Ben Affleck unconsciously step aside.

Oakley then used his strength to stand up.

Yao Ming looked shocked, his expression a mixture of emotions.

"How about it? Can I sign him now? Don't worry, I'll make sure he doesn't suffer any losses. He can still show you the contract, but after signing, he needs to stay and practice with me."

"Well, that's possible..."

Oakley is an old-school player, and his words are like water spilled on the ground.

If you can't beat someone, then of course you have to keep your promise.

"Then he'll sell it to you. You'd better treat him well, otherwise... sigh, otherwise there's nothing I can do."

Oakley grinned, forcing himself to suppress his grimaces as he said:

"Alright then, Ben, you stay here. I'm going to the hotel to take a shower."

I said I wanted to take a shower, but actually I just wanted to get back quickly and apply some medicine.

Although he possessed great strength and experience, he was no match for Yao Ming, who was equally experienced and had trained professionally since childhood.

It's still quite a bit short.

After making close contact with the ground several times.

They had no choice but to surrender.

If I don't surrender soon, I'm afraid I'll be thrown to my death.

He still has a lot of US dollars he hasn't finished enjoying.

It would be terrible if someone died before they could enjoy all their money.

As he left, he secretly glanced back at the tall Asian man.

He had heard before that Lambiel had praised him, and he had wondered why Lambiel would praise an Easterner. Now he understood.

He got it.

Everything makes sense now.

Humph.

Ultimately, it's because I'm getting old. If I were younger...

That's for sure.

It can be thrown a few more times.

Seeing Oakley walk away so quickly, Ben Wallace, left behind, looked embarrassed.

What? Were you left here all by yourself?

Am I to face this terrifying Easterner all by myself?

I……

Can I really protect myself?

what.

If Yao Ming knew that the future famous afro-haired man who would be known throughout the Palace of Auburn Hills would think of him this way now.

They'd probably laugh out loud in anger.

"Alright, you heard what the old oak tree said, didn't you? You've been sold to me, little alarm clock."

"You and Pelinka will discuss the collaboration later. Now, come and practice with us."

"Alan and I are just missing a meat shield."

Iverson was also quite surprised. When he saw that the person inside was Oakley, he knew exactly what had happened.

Oakley's reputation is notorious.

I never expected that my Eastern brother would be like this.

That's amazing.

He must know Chinese Kung Fu.

They say that Chinese people are either very refined and cultured, or as tough as Bruce Lee.

It seems that I, this new Eastern brother, belong to the latter category.

That's good. If you're too weak, how can you be your own super blue-collar worker?

He was a little worried before, after all, those rumors were just hearsay and he had never seen them.

Looking at it now...

He believed it.

Oakley himself endorsed it.

How could I not believe it?

Leverage letter.

Then came the delightful trio.

The addition of Ben Wallace allows Yao Ming to fully enjoy the double whammy of dribbling to avoid historic steals and historic interior defense.

Seriously... it's a man on top of a man.

But isn't a man's happiness really that simple?

P.S.: Let's start with a long chapter!

It's still the same old story: relentlessly pursuing and blocking, just for the last breath!

Everyone, please come and help me out! One punch from each of you, I can take it! (」ﾟヘﾟ)」~