Seeing Francis being pushed down one after another, the fans at the scene became restless and started to boo.

With the support of cheers, the players' emotions will amplify and explode.

Ford is feeling miserable today. I am the fourth-highest-ranked high school student. I thought that entering the prestigious North Carolina school would be equivalent to reaching the pinnacle of my life.

As a result, what awaited me was to be humiliated in turn!

That's right, it doesn't matter if one person is alone, the key is to take turns.

Do you have any humanity at all!?

My fourth high school student came to play in the NCAA just to see how you look?

But screw you!

As soon as Ford's little temper came up, and the fans' shouts stimulated him, he became hostile to Ford.

He now has a typical mentality of being anxious to lose: playing basketball and fighting, I have to win today!

I, Joseph Ford, have always been the one to show off, and there is no precedent for anyone else to show off!

After pushing Francis down, the cheers at the scene made Ford even more arrogant.

Just when he was about to pursue the victory, Maryland's real boss entered the scene.

The moment Leon grabbed Ford's wrist, he felt as if his hand was fixed by pliers, unable to move.

"Let go, or I'll beat you too!"

The angry Ford started talking nonsense like some loser who couldn't win the first place.

After all, in the stereotype of these black men, Asians are easier to bully and will not retaliate even if they are hit or scolded.

Ford once met an Asian player when he was playing in the high school league.

At that time, Ford's teammate went out of bounds to save the ball and deliberately hit the Asian player's head with the ball.

It's such a shame and humiliation that it stands to reason that even if you don't directly fight with fists and kicks, you will at least rush to question the other party.

The results of it?

no result.

The Asian player didn't even fart after being humiliated.

This undoubtedly reinforces their impression that Asians are easy to bully.

"Try to hit me."

Li Ang laughed. I haven't heard such a request for a long time!

At this time, players from both sides had already rushed forward, trying to separate the two.

But Joseph Ford obviously didn’t want to let Leon go just like that. You heard me right, he didn’t want to let Leon go!

He had indeed heard some rumors before, such as Li Ang made Artest a fool, Li Ang put Jordan into the ICU, etc.

But...I don’t believe it!

As a knowledgeable and educated college student, Joseph Ford had never believed or spread rumors.

Li Ang: You don’t have to believe everything, but at least you have to believe a little bit.

After being pulled away by players from both sides, Joseph Ford, who was not relieved, instead of restraining himself, pushed his teammates away with both hands.

What fighting ability can an Asian have?

What a bullshit tyrant, I am beating up a tyrant today!

"Get out of the way, no one of you can pull me away today, I have to teach this arrogant guy a lesson!"

Joseph Ford used his 5.0 eight-cylinder speed to charge towards Li Ang while the players on both sides were not paying attention.

On Li Ang's side, as soon as he pulled Francis up, he saw Francis pointing behind him and shouting: "Li Ang, be careful!"

"Um?"

When Li Ang turned his head, Ford had already rushed in front of him and punched him.

If an ordinary person were to be attacked suddenly like this, he would have to be punched twice before he could react.

But Brother Li is not an ordinary person. Ford just bumped into Li Ang's major.

I may not be that professional when it comes to playing basketball. After all, even free throws are difficult.

But if you want to fight, I won’t be sleepy!

Li Ang tilted his head slightly and dodged Ford's fist.

As a former professional boxer, Li Ang has not lost his ability to react in this regard.

Rather than saying it is a reaction, it is better to say that this has become Li Ang's instinct.

Afterwards, Ford threw several punches one after another, but they were all easily dodged by Li Ang's skillful sway.

Ford's punch was probably only a few centimeters away from Li Ang's face.

But for professional boxers, they train hard every day just to seize these few centimeters of opportunities.

Don't worry, it's only a few centimeters off, but if you can't hit it, you can't hit it.

The most realistic situation between amateurs and professionals is that amateurs may not be able to beat others at all!

Each time it was just a little bit closer, which made Ford more and more impatient.

After Li Ang dodged for a while, he stood in front of him, spread out his hands, and twisted his waist: "Go on, I will stand and let you fight, and I promise not to fight back with fists!"

Faced with such humiliation, Ford completely lost his mind.

His punches were more violent, but also less organized.

In the process of continuously punching, Ford finally lost his center of gravity and leaned forward towards Li Ang.

This is equivalent to showing his face in front of Li Ang without any defense.

Li Ang then raised his hand casually, slapped Ford directly in the face with a "pop" sound.

He did not fight with fists, mainly because Li Ang was afraid of breaking his hand without wearing a condom.

Even though we, Lao Li, are a rough guy, he is still very principled on this issue.

Resolutely don’t play around without wearing sports protective gear, even your fists and heads are the same!

This slap made Ford stand there with his face covered, thinking about life.

Didn't you promise not to fight back? You're lying!

Li Ang: I just said that you don’t need to fight back with fists, but I didn’t say that you don’t use other methods to fight back.

Not only Ford, everyone at the scene was stunned. After all, I have never seen anyone slap in a fight on the basketball court.

"What are you doing? Hit me!" As he said that, Li Ang took a step forward, raised his hand and slapped me again.

"No no......"

"You have to deal with me!"

"Pa" was another slap in the face.

"No, no, Brother Li, listen to me..."

"Fuck my brother!"

"Snapped!"

Li Ang slapped Ford back again and again, just like me hitting my son.

Suddenly, the stadium was filled with exciting sounds.

Ford had learned the true lesson from his German senior brother. He was as fierce as a tiger, but was slapped down by Li Ang in the end. His face was swollen and several of his teeth were knocked out.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! With this power, if Li Ang participated in Mao Zi's butt slapping contest, he would definitely be a superstar.

Just now, he told everyone not to pull his Ford, but now he looked pitifully at his teammates: "Come and pull me, why the hell are you still eating melon seeds!"

After speaking, Ford, who felt both humiliation and pain at the same time, burst into tears under the gaze of tens of thousands of fans and national live broadcasts.

I was beaten to tears on the spot.

Only then did everyone react from the shock, and rushed forward to grab Li Ang.

"Brother Li, forget it, the child is ignorant, let's go home and educate him."

"Oh my God, what does this big kid know? Come on, Brother Li, spanking children in public places will have a great impact on their psychology."

His teammates grabbed Li Ang one after another. After elbowing Odom in the warm-up match, Li Ang once again used practical actions to prove what kind of person he was in front of his teammates.

Recently, there have been rumors in the school and the team that Li Ang is a villain.

Li Ang clarified with actions today that this is not a rumor!

Li Ang did not resist after being grabbed by his teammates.

To be honest, with Ford's small body, according to the lingo of fighting competitions, he is not on the same level as himself.
To be continued...