The African Americans were a bit surprised to see Hao Ren and Xie Wanjun walking over.
Brooklyn was the most populous district in New York, and people from all over the world gathered there. In the African Americans' impression, the Chinese here were all businessmen or restaurant owners, and none of them knew how to play basketball. The Chinese kids were all good kids who stayed at home to study.
Bam!
Xie Wanjun pushed open the iron gate and walked into the basketball court.
The two African Americans who were watching the game immediately walked over and closed the iron gate.
Streetball in Brooklyn was a tradition, but most of the players were African Americans. They were hostile to people of other skin colors who approached the basketball court.
Hua …
A dirty basketball smashed toward Hao Ren.
Hao Ren caught the basketball with one hand and bounced it a few times.
From his actions, it was obvious that Hao Ren was a newbie. The African Americans all shook their heads in disdain.
More than a dozen African Americans came over and surrounded Hao Ren and Xie Wanjun.
Xie Wanjun was two meters tall, but these African Americans were not small either. Their arms were as thick as their thighs.
The clothes they wore seemed to be unable to cover their muscles.
Xie Wanjun stretched out three fingers toward them. Then, he turned his palm and pointed at himself and Hao Ren, showing two fingers — two against three.
"Sh * t!" A African American standing in front of Hao Ren suddenly reached out and pushed the basketball out of Hao Ren's hand.
He hit the basketball, turned around elegantly, and jumped up easily. The ball went into the net.
"Hahahaha …" Seeing Hao Ren and Xie Wanjun still standing there, they laughed wildly.
A few African Americans walked in front of Xie Wanjun on purpose and bumped him with their chests.
"Ren, it's time," Xie Wanjun said coldly.
"Ok, you take the left, and I'll take the right," Hao Ren answered.
"Ok!" Xie Wanjun answered quickly.
As soon as he said that, they suddenly moved and knocked down the five or six African Americans around them like bowling pins. Then, they dashed toward the African American with the ball at lightning speed.
Pop …
Hao Ren's finger poked the basketball lightly.
The basketball bounced out of the African American's hand. Hao Ren held the ball with both hands and quickly passed it.
Xie Wanjun was in position just in time. He lightly tapped the ball twice and suddenly leaped up.
Bam!
Xie Wanjun made a slam dunk on the standard height of the basket!
Dong …
His heavy body fell to the ground, the dust around his feet, with his heel as the center, formed a circle, scattering in all directions.
This was momentum!
Hao Ren checked Xie Wanjun's body with his inspector's token and found that there was indeed a layer of pale, almost solid Nature Energy around Xie Wanjun's body. This was the sign that Xie Wanjun had reached the peak of Martial Arts!
Xie Wanjun entered the Dao by playing ball. In countless fierce matches, he trained his body to the limit and released a strong aura!
The black man who had scored earlier was stunned for a moment before he hurriedly picked up the ball.
Three against two!
Two of them guarded Xie Wanjun, and one of them kept an eye on Hao Ren.
The basketball moved between the black man's palms and his crotch at an extremely fast speed.
Pa.
Hao Ren suddenly reached out, and the basketball magically flew into his palm.
This speed was still too slow for him!
Hao Ren jumped up and got ready to shoot. Then, he passed the ball to Xie Wanjun.
The two black men hurried to defend Xie Wanjun. In a hurry, Xie Wanjun threw the basketball at the basket with all his strength.
Hua … Hua … Hua …
Hao Ren's footwork suddenly moved, leaving a series of afterimages, and the black men on the sidelines were stunned.
Jump …
Hao Ren used all his strength and jumped up abruptly.
As if there was a spring in his body, Hao Ren jumped higher than the basket!
The basketball that was about to fly out of the backboard was caught by Hao Ren, and he threw it into the basket like a windmill!
This time, not only the black men were stunned, but even Xie Wanjun was stunned.
This kind of jumping ability was already monstrous.
Hao Ren landed steadily, and the dust was also kicked up by the impact.
Xie Wanjun suddenly smiled under the scorching sun at noon. Sweating and covered in dust, he suddenly remembered the feeling he had when he teamed up with Hao Ren to play against another school's basketball game.
"Come On, baby!" Xie Wanjun taunted the black people.
The black men were all enraged. They didn't care if it was three against two, six against two, or twelve against two; they all rushed up.
Xie Wanjun used the tip of his foot to pick up the basketball that rolled to his side. He dashed left and right, and he used his shoulder to create a gap. Then, he suddenly shot the ball under a black man's foot and passed it to Hao Ren.
Hao Ren picked up the ball and quickly turned around. He deftly dodged the five black men who were rushing at him and threw the basketball high up.
Swoosh …
The basketball accurately went into the basket from beyond the three-point line.
Xie Wanjun rushed to the basket and knocked down a few more black men. He returned to the three-point line and asked Hao Ren, "Why don't you join the basketball team with such good skills?"
"I told you that I'm not interested in basketball," Hao Ren answered as he lightly moved his elbow, and two black men who were trying to grab his arms fell to the ground.
"Yujia likes guys who can play basketball," Xie Wanjun glanced at Hao Ren and said.
He skillfully dribbled the ball around the defense of three black men and went directly under the basket.
"I can," Hao Ren answered with a smile as he quickly backed away from the three-point line.
Xie Wanjun's basketball came from an unexpected angle. Hao Ren lightly hooked the ball with his right hand, and it went behind his back. Then, he switched to his left hand, and the ball quickly left his hand.
Hua!
The ball went into the basket without any hesitation.
"It's a pity that you don't play basketball." Xie Wanjun, who was already standing under the basket, knocked away two black men, jumped up high, and snatched the basketball into his arms.
"How's the U.S. University?" Hao Ren changed the topic and asked him.
The black men around them were knocked down by them. Xie Wanjun and Hao Ren passed the ball and shot the ball as if there was no one else around them. It seemed like they were chatting and playing basketball at the same time.
"It's okay." Xie Wanjun held the basketball and quickly dribbled it. Then, he walked to Hao Ren and nudged him with his shoulder. "I'm serious. What do you think of Yujia?"
"She's pretty good," Hao Ren answered ambiguously.
"You used to say the same thing, and you still say the same thing!" Xie Wanjun widened his bull eyes in dissatisfaction.
Bam!
The basketball hit the hoop and bounced to the side.
Hao Ren leaped up, grabbed the ball, and flew it toward the hoop.
Slam dunk!
The black men under the hoop were knocked down by Hao Ren's knees.
The basketball rolled to Xie Wanjun's feet.
On the court, six to seven black men were already on the ground. They were either holding their stomachs or their noses.
The other black men backed off slowly, and they didn't dare to come closer.
"I say …" Xie Wanjun picked up the ball and dragged out his voice, "If you dare to mistreat Yujia, I … won't let you go."
The basketball in his hand suddenly exploded with a bang.
The black man who provoked Hao Ren and Xie Wanjun was panic-stricken. Trembling, he yelled in broken Chinese, "China … Kung Fu …"
“Yes！ China Power! "Xie Wanjun glared at him.
He led Hao Ren to the iron gate of the basketball court. The black man guarding the gate immediately took out his key and opened the gate.
This day would be deeply engraved in their minds. "Don't mess with China people! They all know Kung Fu! "
Two blocks away, Little White walked out of the shadows of an alley arrogantly. It had chased the plane across the Pacific Ocean, and it sensed that Hao Ren was not far from it.
In the alley, a few large, ferocious dogs, riddled with scars, whimpered sorrowfully.
Little White shook its front paws and looked calm. "Sigh … American dogs are so disobedient!"
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