The Clippers' summer league lineup was soon as possible, and this time the Clippers' lineup was mainly two rookies.

One is Cresey Barrs, who has attracted much attention this year, and the other is Jarrett Jordan, who was selected by the Clippers in the second round.

The two and the team have been working together in summer training for a long time, and the summer league is the time to test the results.

By the way, Kambala, who was a sparring player for Cresey, also stayed. This was Cresey's proposal. He felt that this guy's defense might be useful in the game.

So, Cresey has two more brothers in the team, Jarret Jordan and Kambala, both those who carry bags and those who buy food.

The summer league starts on July 3, and Cresey, who has not participated in the official competition for several months, is already eager to try.

The Clippers arrived in Las Vegas on July 2, and the Clippers attach great importance to this summer league.

This is their operation to seize the Lakers market. The Lakers play very lively in Las Vegas every summer league, and will carry out many activities to earn the market.

Now the Clippers have Cresey Barrs, a genius who once used Kobe as the template.

Nevada, where Las Vegas is located, is adjacent to California. Nevada does not have an nBa team, so this is also an important market for teams in Los Angeles.

Jarret Jordan brought the bag to the room for Cresey. Just as he was about to go out, he heard Cresey say, "Call Kambala, let's go out for a walk."

Cresey Balls has long heard of the reputation of casino Las Vegas. As a person from the main world, he has never been exposed to this ultimate luxury and wealthy life.

Well, since you have the opportunity, you need to have a long experience.

Jarret Jordan was overjoyed. He had already wanted to come out and play. This is Las Vegas.

But Cresey has always given him the feeling of training madman. He is afraid of leaving a bad impression on the other party, so he didn't dare to mention it.

"I'll call right away." Jarret Jordan ran out.

Cresey took Jarret Jordan and Kambala downstairs, and the three of them left the hotel, called a car, and headed all the way to the largest nightclub in Las Vegas.

The lights are bright and the wine is full of money!

This is the first impression Las Vegas has given Cresey.

In the blurry night, neon lights flashed, the whole sky was reflected in red, and the stars were completely unseen. This was a city that was more lively than during the day.

Walking into a luxurious bar, Cresey's eyes were immediately attracted by two dancing women on the stage.

A black girl and a white girl didn't know what dance they were dancing. The movements were strong and powerful, and there was a charm in every move.

Most importantly, they have very little fabric on them.

Amid the explosive music, the men and women on the dance floor were sweating, and they were swinging their bodies frantically, rubbing against each other, and the dance floor was filled with the smell of sweat and perfume.

Jarret and Kambala couldn't wait to rush into the dance floor, each finding a target to stick it up and dance. Cresey found a position closest to the stage to sit down, asked for a few bottles of wine, and began to appreciate the dancing postures of the two black and white women.

He could see that the dance skills of these two women were extremely excellent, especially their body flexibility, and they were able to make movements that violated the common sense of the human body. They were as weak as boneless, which made Cresey amazed.

The two women also noticed Cresey. The black woman obviously recognized Cresey's identity and immediately looked at her frequently, her eyes as charming as silk.

Cresey was also looking at the black woman. She was a mixed-race man with big emerald green eyes, a high nose bridge, a flax-colored head, and a very beautiful face. Her chocolate-colored skin was as smooth and delicate as silk.

The appearance of this black woman is obviously very consistent with the public aesthetics and is a beauty in the normal sense.

The two of them interacted with their eyes, and Cresey felt that she would not be lonely tonight.

Just as the couple was celebrating their feelings, a huge noise suddenly came from the dance floor behind them.

When I turned around, I saw a figure flying backwards with his hands dancing and was about to hit his table.

He quickly stretched out his arm, and Cresey pressed his backhand on the figure's back, took advantage of the situation and placed it on the stool.

"Jallet, what did you give birth to?"

That's right, the person who flew over in a mess was Jarret Jordan.

Jarret Jordan was still in shock and shouted after seeing Cresey: "Cresey, go quickly, Kambala is causing trouble."

Causing trouble? Leave?

Cresey shook his head, he couldn't leave, otherwise there would be any prestige in front of me.

He pulled Jarret Jordan up and walked to the dance floor.

"Don't go, if you get hurt, we'll be done." Jarret Jordan's mind was still very clear. He knew clearly that if Cresey was injured by going out with him and Kambala, he and Kambala would definitely be fired by the team.

Besides, the people Kampala provoked were not something Cresci could deal with.

In fact, Kambala and Jarret are both tall and big men. After all, they are basketball players and their physical fitness will not be bad. It is not a problem for ordinary people to deal with four or five.

However, the two of them were beaten to no avail. Even Jarret Jordan, who was more than 90 kilograms, was thrown away, which shows how powerful the person who fought with them was.

But why is Cresey afraid?!

Even if his true energy is weak now, his fighting level and physical fitness will be fine to beat most people in this world.

The crowd dancing on the dance floor formed a circle and was screaming wildly at the scene.

Cresci pulled Jarret and squeezed in, and saw a small black man fighting Kambala in the open space in the middle of the dance floor. There were four burly men standing around him, looking like bodyguards.

Kambala's figure is actually much taller than the black man who beat him. The other party was at most over 1.7 meters tall, but he looked like a toy puppet under the other party's fist, and had no power to fight back.

Jarret Jordan said in Cresey's ear: "This guy is Floyd Mayweather, boxer, who just won the Bc welterweight title."

Cresey knows the sport of boxing, but only knows it, not.

At this moment, this little man, who was about 1.7 meters tall, moved his feet flexibly, and he could find Kampala's gap every time he punched, and Kampala's counterattack was avoided by the opponent.

He shook his head in his heart. Kambala's fighting level was too weak. The opponent was just a simple straight punch. Although the speed was faster, it was not impossible to predict the avoidance.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the little man named Floyd Mayweather in the audience speak, "Okay, I've had enough fun."
Chapter completed!