Chapter 236 Headbutt

"Larry, go away, I can handle this."

Seeing the three people rushing over, Zhao Dong backed down and stopped Larry Johnson who rushed over to help.

"Playing alone again?"

Larry Johnson felt itchy in his heart, complaining that Zhao Dong fought alone and never took him to play. Fortunately, he moved fast enough when he beat Jordan last time.

"Bang!"

At this time, a Heat substitute insider's fist hit Zhao Dong's face.

Okay, you can fight back.

Zhao Dong didn't care about the attacks of the other two guys at all. He grabbed the jersey of the guy who hit him and hit him head on.

Using force from his waist and abdomen, he attacks with a headbutt, and his level 100 core strength explodes instantly, which is stronger and more terrifying than his upper body strength.

"boom!"

The guy groaned miserably, blood splattered on his face.

"Buzz!"

It was as if a huge bell was ringing in his head, and his brain was almost turning into mush. Starlight surrounded his head, and when he fell backwards, he was pulled back again.

The next moment, Zhao Dong hit him head first, and then again.

After the guy was hit three times, his face was covered with blood, his head was hunched to the side, and he was unresponsive. If he hadn't been grabbed by his jersey, he would have fallen down long ago.

The two Heat substitute players who were playing Zhao Dong next to him were dumbfounded and stopped moving their hands.

Not only them, but also the media reporters, several commentators, and several referees, Madison Square Garden was all dumbfounded.

They've seen fights in NBA games, often, but they've never seen someone hit their opponent half to death with their heads like this, it's too brutal.

"Bang!"

Seeing that the person in his hand had lost his mind, Zhao Dong let go, letting his opponent slip, and then looked at the other two guys.

The two guys were horrified, as if they were stared at by a blood-devouring beast, their whole bodies trembled, and they staggered back.

"Flying dragon,

Feilong, calm down, calm down..." The referee shouted urgently in front of Zhao Dong.

"damn it!"

With a bang, Stern dropped the wine glass in his hand at home.

The ratings for Madison Square Garden tonight continue to be good, opening with 30 million, potentially breaking the record, and he was in a very good mood, even had a drink, but now, the mood is completely ruined.

"Pat Riley, what do you want to do?"

He was too angry. It was certain that this was started by the Heat. The Knicks had the advantage and would not use these small tricks at all.

On the field, the guy who was hit half to death by Zhao Dong was carried away.

Zhao Dong came off the field and was examined by the team doctor.

Lindsay squatted on the side and said worriedly: "Husband, next time we fight with fists, okay? You can also use elbows and knees. You can't hit with your own head. What if you hit yourself?"

"It's okay, Aiweier, your husband is a tough guy." Zhao Dong said with a smile.

Lindsay rolled her eyes, a little speechless.

It was true that he had a strong head and good luck. Three extremely ferocious head strikes did not cause him any problems, and all injuries were exempted.

At this time, the referee team discussed and made a penalty.

The Heat were fined four times, three for attacking Zhao Dong and the one for Fordson, all of which were flagrant second degree fouls.

On the Knicks' side, Fordson also committed a second-level flagrant foul.

Zhao Dong was fine, and the referee team determined that he did not make a move.

Pat Riley was a little dumbfounded. He used four substitutes to exchange for one Fordson. What's the use of this? There is no one available on his bench.

"You just saw that my man was almost beaten to death by him. Why was he punished like this? Why? Is it because he is a big name?"

He roared angrily at the referee.

"He didn't make a move." The referee said coldly.

"he……"

Pat Riley almost spit out his blood.

Doesn't hitting your head count as a move? Shet, what's the point? He's going crazy.

"Mr. Coach, if you don't calm down, I don't mind asking you to leave." The referee said coldly.

"You can try," Pat Riley spat angrily.

Just give it a try. The referee raised his hands horizontally and vertically, and then pointed his right hand towards the exit, signaling Pat Riley to leave the field.

"..."

Pat Riley was stunned.

"Ha ha……"

Seeing Riley deflated, all the Knicks fans burst into laughter.

"Pa bang bang..."

Zhao Dong walked by and applauded vigorously, and then the whole audience started applauding.

"Mr. Riley, why use these despicable methods? Even if you achieve your goal today, I will not let you win."

Zhao Dong said something coldly, then leaned over and said in Pat Riley's ear: "If you use this method to kill me, then I will choose to kill Mourning and Xiaochong too, so that you can also kill me. It’s over. Even, including you.”

"you?"

There was a flash of fear in Pat Riley's eyes.

He has never encountered such a ruthless player who dared to threaten him face to face.

"Remember, defeating me head-on is your only choice, just like a bull." Zhao Dong said the last sentence in a cold voice, turned around and went on the field.

"snort!"

Being so threatened by a Chinese, Pat Riley felt that he had no face at all. He snorted coldly, waved his hands and left the bench.

The Heat did not have four substitutes + main center Luke Longley, and their main team was weaker than the Knicks. In the next game, they repeated the G1 game, and were beaten by the Knicks until they were defeated.

In anger, Zhao Dong went all out and scored 50+ points, leading his team to two consecutive victories and gaining an advantage in the series.

After the game, he accepted an on-site interview.

"Oh, Feilong, you were too violent today! But I'm very confused, why didn't you use your fists today instead of your head?"

Thomas, the reporter accompanying the team, asked.

"You can try it, it will be even better." Zhao Dong said.

"Haha..." Several reporters laughed.

"Feilong, if you were leading the Bulls and encountered the Pistons' bad boys, what would you do?" A Chicago reporter asked a strange question.

Zhao Dong was startled and immediately said: "I am not Jordan. But if it were me, I would choose to go against them. If they want to see my blood, I will see their blood and more blood."

The Chicago reporter had a complicated look in his eyes.

Jordan was great enough. The Pistons' bad guys played so brutally. He held the ball and rushed inside countless times, but he still created a dynasty.

That Bulls team had the style of a king, but it always lacked some ferocity. Even if they were flagrantly fouled and bloody, there was no one who could shake a fist at the bad boys of the Pistons, which made people feel a little frustrated.

"Hey, Danny, did you have a good time?" Back in the locker room, Zhao Dong shouted to Fordson.

"It's cool, boss, it's so cool!" Fordson shouted happily.

"Zhao Dong, aren't you afraid of being punished?" Hu Weidong asked doubtfully.

Zhao Dong chuckled and said: "The opponent made the first move. I was a self-defense counterattack. This is the first. Second, if the league still wants ratings, they will use the first point to keep me on the court. I am That leaves plenty of excuses for the higher ups.”

Hu Weidong smiled and said: "The Heat were counterattacked by you, now they are truly mortal enemies."

"If you can't beat them, just use these methods. Are you afraid of them?" Zhao Dong said disdainfully.

"Feilong, the Jazz won." At this time, assistant coach Thibodeau came in and said.

"Is it even? Hehe, there's a big meal waiting for that bastard postman next." Zhao Dong sneered.

"Boss, what kind of feast?" everyone asked out of curiosity.

"We'll know when the time comes. Keep it a secret for now." Zhao Dong said with a smile.

"I want to appeal, appeal to the league. Such violent behavior does not even include a common foul. What on earth does the league want to do?"

"The league must impose additional punishment on the Knicks, it must!"

An hour later, Pat Riley's rant continued during the Heat's press conference.

"Look, he's putting pressure on the league."

"No, I think he wanted to avoid additional penalties for several players by applying pressure."

"It's possible that he's dying, but what's the use?"

Neil Grant stood outside the hall, chatting leisurely with Thibodeau next to him.

That night, the brutal on-field violence at Madison Square Garden spread throughout the United States and the world.

"The Iron Man counterattacked with a headbutt, the Heat's counterattack tactics failed, the Iron Man was expelled, and the Iron Knicks are in sight of the Eastern Conference Finals!"

The next day, the New York Times reported on last night's game at length.

"The league should impose additional penalties on the Heat for their despicable behavior. This is not the first time they have done this. They just wanted to use a substitute to bring down the dragon. They almost succeeded..."

Spike Lee, the Knicks' number one fan, faced the media and criticized the Heat's exchange tactics.

"Sorry, Mr. Dawson, I want to try another team."

"This is so surprising, Charles, don't you think about it anymore? Houston is the best for you, and we will definitely strengthen it in the offseason."

"No, I want more choices."

"It's a pity, then I wish you luck."

Buckley put down the phone and sat on the sofa in frustration.

"Charles, go on vacation and relax." His wife Maureen said at the side.

"They compete for the championship and I go on vacation?"

Barkley shook his head and said: "No, I won't be able to play for a few more seasons. I will have more time for vacations in the future."

"Then what do you want? Winning the championship requires luck, not because you don't work hard enough."

"Yes, luck. Look how lucky the Knicks are. They picked up a guy who can be compared with Jordan for free, but the Bulls didn't want it. I think Jordan's luck is not that good either. Last year he was hiding in New York fishing. I sent him to my door and was almost beaten by a flying dragon, so I was forced to apologize," Buckley said.

"Then you try to go to the Knicks? Are they short of people?"

"They lack the ability to score. Except for Feilong, Alan Houston, Larry Johnson, and John Starks averaged 15 points per game, and China Hu Chang scored 10 points. The others are all in single digits." Barkley said.

"You know so much about the Knicks? You are very knowledgeable." Maureen said with a teasing smile.

"Haha..." Buckley laughed dryly.

"You called Feilong. Didn't you guys reconcile? Didn't you say you kept his phone number when you were drinking with him last year?" Maureen said.

"Yes, but that kid is very crazy. The last time we had a drink, he laughed at me for hugging my thigh. If I called him, he would definitely laugh at me." Buckley said awkwardly.

"That's not necessarily the case. You have to give it a try, right?" Maureen said.

"I'll think about it again," Buckley said.

"He and his wife are from the upper class, right? I heard that his wife, Miss Lindsay, is a noble from Europe? It is impossible to form such a strong team of lawyers without a huge network of contacts," Maureen said.

Speaking of this, Buckley said excitedly: "I guess the postman must be frightened. If such a huge team of lawyers were to target him, he would be peeled off."

"I think it's good to be friends with them. At least they are not racist." Maureen sighed.

Buckley was startled and sighed in his heart.

Racial discrimination is really everywhere. Not only whites discriminate against blacks, but blacks also discriminate against whites, and blacks, blacks, and Indians also discriminate against Chinese.

He married Maureen, a white wife, but some of his friends' black wives discriminated against Maureen's skin color and even ridiculed her face to face. This was a thorn in his wife's heart.

At noon that day, league officials issued additional penalties for last night's stadium violence.

For the Knicks, Danny Fortson was suspended for an additional game and fined $100,000.

As for the Heat, all four Heat substitutes were suspended for an additional game and fined $100,000.

Also, Pat Riley, who was ejected, was suspended for one game and fined $200,000.

This punishment made everyone understand that Stern was extremely dissatisfied with the Heat and Pat Riley.

"The Heat are over. The league will definitely keep an eye on the Heat and will never let the Heat make any small moves. The Knicks themselves are not as strong as the Knicks. This time they lost their wives and lost their troops. In the next two games, the Knicks, who have high morale, will Si, it is very possible to continue the winning streak and sweep the Heat."

Zhang Lili analyzed it after knowing the news.

At three o'clock that afternoon, Zhao Dong's legal team formally submitted a petition to the District Court of Long Island District, New York, accusing Postman Malone's agent Manley of racial discrimination, defamation, etc., and the legal team listed eight major charges. There are more than two hundred pages.

Ringo Wells, who temporarily served as the spokesperson for the legal team, said in an interview with the media: "In addition to our own accusations, we currently have evidence proving that Manley and his player Mr. Karl Malone have engaged in tax evasion, and have officially notified the Salt Lake City local authorities. tax office.

In addition, we also have some evidence that proves that Mr. Karl Malone has engaged in some too close behavior with minors, such as indecent behavior, and we are already considering providing this evidence to the relevant authorities if they need it.

Also, we have proof..."

"I didn't touch an underage girl. This is slander. You did the tax evasion too, I didn't know. Contact Adi right away! Right now!"

In Salt Lake City, Postman Malone growled uncontrollably at Manley on the other end of the phone.

"The Jazz season is over, the postman is over, and Manley is over. Regardless of whether the Feilong people really have evidence or not, everyone will be over after being targeted by so many big lawyers."

At Nike headquarters, President Philip Knight turned off the TV, sat back in the executive chair, and began to meditate.

Not to mention a small postman and agent, even a world superstar as influential as Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, is being targeted. The pressure of public opinion alone can make him have suicidal thoughts. He accepted unwarranted guilt.

He knows that Feilong Sports is serious. This is a warning to Adidas and Nike that they are not powerless to fight back.

"What if these barristers target Jordan, or target us?" He felt a little tricky.

This is very possible, and even now they are being targeted. With the connections of these people, they will be in big trouble.

These companies have grown to such a large scale. From the company to themselves, who is clean?

Generally, when encountering such a thing, there is only one solution, which is to settle it with money.

"Ding ding..."

At this time the phone on the table rang.

"Hello, I'm Philip Knight."

"Mr. Knight, there is news from Manly that if we don't help them solve the flying dragon problem, everything he knows will be made public before six o'clock tonight."

said Adidas President Herbert Hainer on the other end of the phone.

Philip Knight frowned, thought for a while and said: "If we choose to give in, it means accepting the current existence of Feilong Sports, and our share will be completely lost. With the performance and appearance of the Silver Devil, we are likely to continue to lose the market .”

"Is there anything else you can do? If not, talk to the people at Feilong Sports. Otherwise, once everyone is completely at odds, our losses will only be greater." Heiner asked.

"..."

Knight fell silent.

Nike and Adidas have long had a falling out over the matter of dealing with Feilong Sports, because Nike's share is taken from Adidas, and he knows Adidas's attitude very well.

The real bulk of Adidas' business is not basketball shoes, and its focus is not the United States, but Europe. Even if it loses the North American business, it will not damage Adidas' fundamentals. Therefore, Adidas will not fight to the death with Feilong Sports. Adidas is going to stop.

"All right."

He said very helplessly.

Now Adidas still occupies half of the sky in the NBA. Without the support of Adidas, Nike will have no choice but to leave Feilong Sports.

If the lawsuit drags on for a few years, Nike's stock price will continue to suffer.

At five o'clock that afternoon in Salt Lake City, the postman came to the arena looking tired.

"well!"

Jerry Sloan sighed in despair when he saw the postman's appearance.

The same goes for Stockton. How can a postman like this win? Jazz is finished.

"Mr. Sloan, someone from the police station is here to take away the postman." At this time, a staff member ran into the training ground in panic.

"What?" Jerry Sloan was startled and said angrily: "We are going to arrest people now. Do they have any evidence?"

"Sorry, we're just taking the postman back to investigate."

Two policemen walked in, both seemed to be Jazz fans, and said apologetically.

"I didn't do anything. That's slander, it's all slander..." Malone roared angrily.

"Postman, the public opinion is too big. Several local councilors have expressed their opinions on this. The mayor personally ordered an investigation. No one can stop it." A policeman said.

"Don't worry, it's just an investigation and it won't affect tonight's game." Another policeman said.

At this moment, a staff member came in in panic, followed later by a middle-aged man in a suit.

The middle-aged man said coldly to Malone: ​​"Hello, Mr. Malone, I am John Folkman, an investigator from the local tax bureau."

"I didn't evade taxes. It was that bastard Feilong who slandered me, but I didn't! My money was all handled by Manly. He did it. It was him. You go find that bastard..." Malone roared.