Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Qin Hao bounced the ball on the ground and controlled it steadily with his palm, gradually getting a feel for it.
"How long are you going to hang on the rim like a gorilla?" Qin Hao said expressionlessly.
"You!"
Wang Feng's face turned crimson with anger as he released his arm and his large body landed on the ground.
He walked over with clenched fists intending to act violently but stopped himself just in time.
"Hmph! Little punk! You just got lucky enough to interrupt my shot once! Next, I'm going to block you till you wish you were dead!"
After finishing his trash talk, Wang Feng returned to the opening area with an angry expression.
"Good job, bro! Keep intercepting his shots!"
From the crowd, accompanied by angry remarks from the brainless fans, Zhou Jing's voice came through.
Qin Hao chuckled and shook his head, then walked outside the three-point line.
"Little punk! Watch closely, this time I'm going to block your shot!"
