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"Bang bang bang bang, swish" A fiery red ball gently penetrated the white rope net, and the collision rope net kept floating.

"Seven to zero, Stephen, another one." A fat man next to him, who was so dark that he could not see anyone standing under the night sky, shouting loudly.

"Fat Wick, shut up." Another young man with black skin but extremely thin skin on the field turned his head and shouted angrily at him, then waved to a young man with yellow skin in front of him: "Stephen, come again, I don't believe that I can't defend you either."

The young man named Stephen grinned and gently shook his fingers: "Johnny, you are not my opponent, and it will be useless to do it ten more times." As he said, the basketball was still spinning in his other hand.

His name is Stephen, his father is Chinese, but his mother is African. His identity as a mixed-race child perfectly allows him to continue the Chinese intelligence and wisdom, but also has a very coordinated body. His appearance outside is like a yellow man. Except for the darker skin on his body, there is no difference between other parts of the yellow man.

My father is the owner and chef of a small restaurant, my mother is a cashier, and he also hired a Mexican who did odd jobs, of course, an illegal worker, and Stephen is also an employee in the store.

Two hours at noon and three hours at night are Stephen’s working hours, and the rest of the time is at the discretion of Stephen. The harvest of hard work every day is that he can get fifty-five dollars in pocket money from his parents, ten yuan per hour, and five yuan is a reward.

The salary is slightly higher than the state minimum wage standard. Stephen is underage and is also an illegal laborer. The hotel is not too busy. However, his parents are worried that Stephen will go to mess with the gangsters on the street during the summer vacation and deliberately restrain him in this way. When he is working, his mother will occasionally secretly give him some change that customers don't want.

This neighborhood is the sphere of influence of the three of them. There are four or five hundred people living here, most of whom are like Stephen's father, running small businesses or working to make money. This is not a chaotic slum or a wealthy area with good public security. This is just an ordinary neighborhood in Charlotte.

"I am the strongest, I am Stephen Jordan." After scoring ten consecutive goals, Stephen raised his hands high and shouted loudly at Johnny lying on the ground, while Fatty Wick played the role of follower next to him with admiration.

Like ordinary young people, all three like basketball very much because ice hockey does not meet the conditions, while rugby requires high-end venues. If this neighborhood does not meet the conditions, basketball is much simpler. A simple basketball stand is available in front of almost every door, and basketball courts are spread all over the street parks, like where the three of them are now.

Among the three, Stephen has the best skills, followed by Johnny and then Wick. Johnny can only gain advantage from Wick, while Wick can only find the pleasure of victory when Stephen defeats Johnny.

Jordan, a sporting man from the University of North Carolina, naturally became their idol. Unlike John Johnny and Tyson Wick, Stephen's name should actually be Stifi. Others think this name is difficult to describe, and they usually like to call him Stephen. In this way, they wait for him to have no surname. In order to show respect for his idol, he often hangs the surname Jordan behind his name.

As a native American, he really cannot understand the sacred sense of surnames for Chinese people. Whether changing names or changing surnames is common to Americans, and Chinese people will not hide their names unless they have to.

He was bragging about himself again. Can you, the surname Jordan, be hung on it? I don’t know when, five figures appeared on the left side of the basketball ball, and the guy in the middle hugged his shoulders with his hands and said coldly.

This guy was dressed with a concave head and gem earrings. He was dressed with a much higher elegance than Stephen's three. The four people following him were all black, and the five were standing there with great might, watching them three.

"Za Kun, what are you doing? You lost last time, don't you want to admit it?" At this time, Wick shouted and hurried over, and Johnny also climbed up from the ground and stood in front of Stephen.

This is because the fighting ability of the three people is exactly the opposite of basketball skills. If Wick can be one-on-two, Johnny can win one-on-one, and Stephen is not inferior to the two of them, but when it comes to fighting, he is the worst among the three people.

In previous battles, Stephen usually used his flexible skills and quick steps to entangle his opponent, and then waited for Wick or Johnny to defeat his opponent and came to help him. They used the strategy of the above Si against the lower Si many times, which is also the main reason why Wick and Johnny were willing to get along with him.

"Haha, I lost last time. I just promised not to come to this neighborhood to do my job, but I didn't say I would come to compete with you. Look, this is my cousin Floyd, from New York. I plan to follow me in the future. Isn't it the one I invited?" Zakun patted the cousin beside him with a fierce look on his face and said to Stephen and the others.

The guy who was photographed pulled open his leather vest and showed his strong and strong chest muscles. He grinned at Stephen and the others. Seeing his muscular muscles, Johnny Wick and his face darkened.

"Then come on, but what are you going to do if you lose again this time?" Stephen stood up, lifted up his jersey and wiped the sweat from his head, and said to Zakun.

"Stephen?" Wick and Johnny said worriedly. They naturally knew that Stephen's skills were no less than anyone else, even those from the big city of New York, but Stephen's body was much worse than the other party, just like a circle smaller, and he had just fought with Johnny.

"If I lose, I will not step into this block again. I can swear to God." Zakun looked confident. His cousin was said to be a person in Harlem. He tried it and was indeed very strong and powerful. He happened to be the nemesis of the guy in front of him.

"Okay, then come on, let you start first." Stephen didn't talk nonsense to the other party, and gently picked up the basketball in his hand and threw it to the other party.

After the opponent took the ball, he played two fun tricks, which made Wick and Johnny widen their eyes. In their eyes that they had never seen the world, Stephen could not do such a move, and he couldn't help but start to worry about Stephen.

Floyd stood in front of Stephen, and the ball was slapped slowly in his hand. Although he was very confident in himself, Stephen still licked his lips nervously. The other party smiled at Stephen, and suddenly took a step forward. The ball passed through the lower gear and came into the other hand. After a second, it turned from behind to the other hand, and its body also turned to Stephen's side.

Then he started to jump shot directly, but just as he made a move, a hand suddenly appeared in front of the ball and grabbed the ball. At some point, Stephen came to him again.

Wick and Johnny immediately laughed, and even Zaqun shook his head secretly. If Stephen was so easy to defeat, he would not have dominated the neighborhood in several blocks. It’s because his health was a bit bad, and he would have been recruited by the "Wind and Fire" basketball team long ago.

It was Stephen's turn to attack. Stephen held the ball and bullied it in front. Without taking two steps, Floyd's heavy body as mountain leaned over. Stephen suddenly took a step back, and with force under his feet and raised his hand, the ball had already drilled into the basket.

"Idiot, I told you to be careful. He is very quick to take action." Zakun shouted dissatisfiedly. This cousin was very skilled when he met him. How could he meet this guy? He was as stupid as a chimpanzee.

In the second ball, Stephen teased Floyd with his speed again. Seeing Floyd coming, he crossed the line of Floyd's defense with a cross-step change, reached out to pick it gently, and the ball turned around lightly on the basket frame and rolled in again.

When he attacked again, Floyd's expression became much more serious. At first, he really didn't look like this yellow-skinned guy. He didn't expect that this guy was so flexible, and he had never had any good solutions to those who were flexible.

When facing Stephen again, Floyd did not pull the distance so close, but released him in a position. He observed that Stephen's bounce was not very good. With his own bounce, he could easily get his hat.

There was indeed no problem with his observation. Although Stephen's shot was already very high, he still touched it and the ball fell on the court. Now it was his turn.

After he attacked, he directly pressed his body to suppress Stephen, which made Stephen's footsteps chaotic. After entering the free throw line, he made a jump shot and scored a point.

The second attack was even more like a tank. Although it was a foul on the hit, there was a referee in such a bullfighting ring. Stephen was afraid that he would be flew out, so he had to dodge for a while. He wanted to wait for an opportunity to get the ball but couldn't do it. Floyd dunked heavily and the basket squeaked for a long time.

After several rounds, the scores of both sides continued to rise alternately. Floyd had no choice but to use Stephen's flexibility and skills, and Stephen could not do anything to Floyd's powerful power.

When Stephen stole the ball from Floyd's hand again with his flexible skills, his body was covered with sweat and his breath became messy. As soon as the confrontation with Johnny was over, another high-intensity confrontation occurred. With his physical fitness, he had indeed reached the edge of his limit.
Chapter completed!