Chapter 9

【Requesting recommendations, this is the second update.】

Crab was utterly shocked, and the fallen Mike Harris was even more incredulous, his eyes filled with astonishment as he looked at Yang Mo: This guy actually managed to knock me to the ground, but his height and weight are no match for mine at all?

After carefully examining Yang Mo, he only found one slightly special feature: Yang Mo's long arms, with an arm span estimated to be over 210 cm. But, arm span has nothing to do with strength, right?

As everyone was stunned and amazed, Yang Mo, somewhat puzzled, touched his own buttocks. He knew his current strength was extraordinary, but he never expected it to be this powerful. He had only used 80% of his strength just now. In theory, he only carried 60% of Shaquille O'Neal's strength, which shouldn't be this exaggerated, right?

Yang Mo was puzzled, but he didn't know how astonishing Shaquille O'Neal's strength was at his peak. For NBA interior players, his peak strength was a nightmare-level existence. He was a complete bug, and the NBA even changed the rules for him. Moreover, it's worth noting that 60% of his peak strength was almost equivalent to 80% or even 90% of Shaquille O'Neal's normal strength. Because the strength Yang Mo obtained was 60% of the maximum strength Shaquille O'Neal ever exerted. In other words, even if Yang Mo were to compete with Shaquille O'Neal now, he wouldn't be at a significant disadvantage.

"Violation, absolutely a violation!" After helping Mike Harris up, Li Feng rushed to Yang Mo's side and shouted loudly, "You must have used some dirty tricks, you dirty thing."

"Get lost!" Yang Mo didn't bother to argue with him and dismissed his纠缠 with a clean and crisp syllable.

But Li Feng didn't take Yang Mo's words seriously. Instead, he moved even closer, his face almost touching Yang Mo's, and shouted loudly, "Are you threatening me? Do you think I'm still the Li Feng from back then? Now I have Young Master Zhang backing me up, what can you do to me? Do you know who Young Master Zhang is...?"

Slap!

Yang Mo didn't have the patience to endure Li Feng's verbal assault and directly slapped him to the ground.

Yang Mo's current strength was as fierce as a wild bear, so one slap sent him sprawling to the ground, his head blank for about ten seconds before he regained consciousness.

As everyone outside was amazed and tongue-tied at Li Feng being slapped to the ground, Yang Mo calmly glanced at Zhang Zixuan and said, "Keep your dog in check!"

"This is none of your business," Zhang Zixuan gritted his teeth and replied, then turned around and vented all his anger on Li Feng, "Are you dead? If you're not dead, get up and keep fighting!"

Hearing this, Li Feng felt even more aggrieved: Why don't you help me? Isn't it said that even when beating a dog, one should consider the owner? He's beating me right in front of you, isn't it the same as beating you?

Although he felt deeply wronged, he didn't dare to say it out loud. If Zhang Zixuan got angry and slapped him again, he wouldn't know where to turn for comfort.

How could Zhang Zixuan not want to help his dog? But the question was, did he dare? If Yang Mo really became the son-in-law of the Jin Ding Group in the future, and he offended him now, he would definitely be in deep trouble!

This time, he had Li Feng play this gentlemanly act, clearly to leave himself a way out. If he won, he would have vented his anger and successfully humiliated Yang Mo, and he could even record the scenes and send them to the chairman of the Jin Ding Group for review. He believed that even if Zhou Yiyi liked him very much, Chairman Zhou would not accept such a disgraceful son-in-law. If he lost, he could shift all the blame to Li Feng. After all, it's just a dog; if it dies, he could get another one.

In short, Zhang Zixuan really wanted to vent his anger on Yang Mo. But he didn't dare to do it openly. He was happy to do it secretly.

Under Zhang Zixuan's urging, Li Feng finally got up, his face swollen like a pig's head, and continued the fight. To be honest, whether he was injured or not didn't matter. His strength was not even comparable to that of a young master like Zhang Zixuan, just a filler.

After the ball was re-served, Yang Mo still firmly held Mike Harris in the paint. Under Yang Mo's brute force, Mike Harris couldn't move at all. Once Mike Harris was restricted, the two players, Crow and Monkey, were like fish in water. They had no problem facing Li Feng and Zhang Zixuan.

After all, Li Feng was just a guy who could run, position, receive, and shoot, while the young master Zhang Zixuan was very, very averse to physical contact and was used to playing on indoor floors. On this concrete ground, he was very constrained and couldn't move freely, fearing injury to his precious body.

Swish!

Soon, Crow scored from beyond the three-point line. It was a step-back three-pointer over Li Feng.

Crow, at 198 cm, naturally had an advantage over Li Feng, who was 185 cm.

"I guarantee you won't score next."

Before the ball was served, Yang Mo whispered this to Mike Harris.

Although Mike Harris was annoyed after hearing this, he didn't immediately retaliate. He hadn't expected to encounter NBA-level physical contact on a street court. He originally thought it was just a game, and he could earn 50,000 RMB, so why not?

When Mike Harris ran to the three-point line to receive the ball, Yang Mo was right there, shadowing him. His body constantly pressed and collided, and his long arms made it impossible for Mike Harris to get the ball...

But even in this situation, Li Feng was still happy to pass the ball to Mike Harris, because Mike Harris's dominance over Crab had given him a serious illusion. He believed that Yang Mo definitely couldn't defend him!

So, he confidently passed the basketball... Slap!

The basketball hadn't even reached Mike Harris when Monkey skillfully leaped from the side and easily caught it. After receiving the ball, Monkey didn't wait for Zhang Zixuan to come over to defend and immediately took a step-back three-pointer from beyond the three-point line... Swish!

The basketball swished through the net, and the score instantly became 7:4.

In less than two minutes after Yang Mo returned, the game went from hopeless to full of life.

"Idiot, can't you pass the ball to me?" As soon as Monkey scored, Zhang Zixuan immediately cursed Li Feng. This was his dog, and he could curse him however he wanted, and no one could stop him.

"..." Li Feng lowered his head in agreement, not daring to speak loudly, for fear of provoking even more intense curses. Although he wanted to say: Isn't Monkey your defender? If you had defended him in time, would you have lost that ball? And even if we lose, the one who will have to wear his underwear on his head is me, do you need to curse me so much?

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