Jordan: I thought he was there to help me!

Chapter 5: The Bulls' Iron Three!

"Jack Harry's emotions are fluctuating; he has lost 5 experience points!"

"Jason Caffee's emotions have fluctuated, resulting in a loss of 5 experience points!"

At the same time, a roar came from behind Lin Tian!

"OMG Fuck!"

Lin Tian clenched his fists. He knew that many people were already looking this way, so he deliberately showed the back of his head to the three guys behind him, waiting for them to make the first move!

If you make the first move, then you can't blame me if I kill you, right?

Lin Tian knew that there were definitely more than just these three guys in the training camp who were eyeing him covetously and preparing to bully him. There were plenty of guys waiting for him to carry their bags and buy them hamburgers!

But he wanted everyone to know on the very first day of training camp.

I, Lord Lin, am someone none of you can afford to offend!

Mayweather's fighting skills have been ready for a long time!

Just as Lin Tian clenched his fist, had calculated the timing of his turn and the angle of his punch, and even figured out how to beautifully KO three people in 5 seconds, a vulgar, weak, yet undeniably authoritative voice rang out first.

"You three, do you want to die?"

A man with red, green, and purple hair, a nose ring, lip ring, and earrings covering his entire face, and an arrogant expression, staggered up from behind Brown and the other two. Upon seeing him, Brown and the others immediately lost all their bravado, froze, and didn't dare to utter a sound.

Lin Tian recognized this guy at a glance.

In this league, there is only one person who dresses like this—"The Worm" Dennis Rodman!

"I'm telling you, three against one, and you even resorted to sneak attacks, have you no shame? If the three of you were fighting face to face, I wouldn't care, but sneaking up on someone from behind? That's just too damn shameful! Let me tell you, on my turf, on my team, fighting is allowed, even three against one."

"I wouldn't care if you three cowards just pulled out your weapons and attacked him directly, but a sneak attack from behind? Hmph, if I see that again, you can all get off the team! We don't need sneers and cowards here!"

"What do you mean by 'your team, Dennis'? What do you mean by 'your territory'? When did this become your territory? I don't know anything about it." Rodman had barely finished speaking when Scottie Pippen, another star player of the Bulls with dead fish eyes and an extremely long, shoe-shaped face, arrived at the scene.

"Yes, yes, this is your territory, at least it was the year before last and the first half of last year, right? After Michael left and before Michael came, this place belonged to you, but when Michael was here, you never dared to utter a sound." Rodman rolled his eyes, and what he said was absolutely infuriating.

Perhaps Pippen was already used to Rodman's way of speaking, and knew that this guy's style was so irritating that you wanted to punch him the moment he opened his mouth, so he just shrugged and didn't say a word.

"What are you all doing? Discussing how I crushed you and how much money you lost to me tonight?" Then, the 'god' of Chicago, and even the king of the entire league, the famous Michael Jordan, also appeared.

Jordan was covered in sweat, clearly having trained for quite some time. This obsessive and relentless attitude towards training was the most important reason why he dominated the league and became the undisputed number one player.

"These three trash are trying to ambush that Asian kid from behind." Rodman pursed his lips, still using that slick and annoying tone.

Brown and the other two visibly shuddered when they felt Jordan's gaze sweep over them. The king's death stare was not so easy to deal with!

"Michael...Michael...it was that kid who spoke rudely, that's why we wanted to teach him a lesson."

Brown swallowed hard, suppressing his fear, and explained to Jordan.

"First, my name isn't Michael. Second, trash like you doesn't deserve to call me Michael. Third, I have absolutely no interest in the squabbles between you trash, so don't bother explaining yourself. But you three who attacked me from behind, starting tomorrow, come to training an hour early and do extra practice with me!"

"But that's all. I don't want to see you guys, hear you, or know what you've been doing during training. Understand, you trash?"

"I understand... I understand." Brown swallowed hard, not daring to say another word.

"I think that fat idiot Klaus needs to really raise the bar for joining the team. Why did he recruit a few stutterers to our team? Was it to show he wasn't so stupid?"

Jordan shrugged, then stopped talking and turned to leave.

And the direction he was heading was precisely where Lin Tian was standing.

Even though Lin Tian had heard countless legends about Jordan and had met him at yesterday's media day, this was still the first time he had ever been so close to him!

Lin Tian already had a very clear first impression of Jordan, the basketball god.

Bastard! An absolute, utter bastard!

His personality is truly awful; no wonder he has almost no friends in the league, and everyone hates him.

But it is precisely this situation—that everyone hates him yet no one can get rid of him—that makes Jordan who he is!

A true basketball god.

"Hey, rookie, are you blocking the way? Or do you have something to say?" Jordan looked at Lin Tian with disdain, clearly not intending to remember or ask Lin Tian's name.

"First, I'm not called 'Hey,' I'm called Lin Tian. You can call me Lin, or you can call me LT. That's what my friends call me. Second, I have nothing to do with you, and it's not that I'm blocking your way, it's that you insist on coming in my direction." Lin Tian wasn't afraid of Jordan's aura at all.

Taking action? Lin Tian felt he could definitely take on three people at once. Pressure the team to trade him? Well, at worst, he'd be traded. If all else failed, he'd just go home and inherit the family fortune!

I, Lin, have absolutely no reason to be afraid of you, Jordan!

Jordan stared intently at Lin Tian, ​​chewing his gum incessantly.

At this moment, even Rodman and Pippen were somewhat afraid to speak.

There were people who dared to defy Jordan, but every single one of them met a terrible end!

Even a reckless guy like Rodman knew very well that no matter what, he should never anger Jordan.

He may be a bit muddle-headed, but he's not stupid at all!

Rodman is now curious about whether this rookie is just reckless, stupid, or has something to rely on.

Another person not far from the scene of the incident shared the same thoughts as Rodman and was extremely curious about Lin Tian!