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Chapter 262 Violent Punch! Three people fell into a deep, infant-like sleep!

"Calm down!"

Pau Gasol said in a deep voice, "The playoffs are just around the corner, and we can't afford any mistakes right now."

We must be a complete entity.

"I know."

Artest suppressed his emotions and snorted, "Let's not even talk about how badly I was humiliated by Su Yan."

Look at Bynum.

He was beaten black and blue, and his eyes were swollen like panda eyes.

This is the Staples Center, our home court. Su Yan is just a kid, what gives him the right to hit so hard and be so arrogant?!

The playoffs are indeed approaching.

But we can't let our opponents piss on our home turf! If we just let it go like that, how will the Lakers, as a powerhouse team, maintain their standing in the league in the future?!

Artest fanned the flames and stirred up Gasol's emotions.

"What do you want?"

Pau Gasol hesitated, "You can't possibly fight Su Yan and the others again, can you? That's definitely not an option."

"It doesn't necessarily have to be a fight."

Artest shook his head and said coldly, "I just feel like I'm losing face and want to get it back."

I think...we should meet with them, make him apologize to Bynum, and make him bow his head once.

That's fine then.

"Will he?"

Pau Gasol wasn't sure.

How will you know if you don't try?!

A glint flashed in Artest's eyes.

"Okay, I'll go with you. We really can't let others pee in front of our house, especially... a bunch of rookie brats!"

"go!"

Pau Gasol was persuaded.

On the Knicks' side...

After a short rest, everyone prepared to return to their hotel, get a good night's sleep, and head back to New York the next day.

Before Su Yan left, he received a call from Scarlett, who told him the hotel and room number, so he didn't plan to go back to his hotel.

Ask the coach for permission.

I agree directly.

After all... as long as he doesn't spend the management's money, Su Yan can live wherever he wants.

of course.

Don't delay tomorrow's schedule. We're a team, and we can't just mess around at this crucial time. We need to go back to New York together to prepare for the playoffs.

then.

When Su Yan came out of the locker room, he was all alone.

Coincidentally.

Artest, leading a group of players, stormed into the Knicks' locker room, where they encountered Su Yan.

"You're all alone?!"

Artest glanced around at Su Yan and asked casually.

"What is the problem?"

Su Yan didn't think much of it, "The competition ended so long ago, do you still want to give each other friendly hugs?!"

"hehe."

Artest sneered and said coldly, "That's perfect, since we're only looking for you anyway!"

Looking for me? Alone?

Su Yan was puzzled.

"Don't act stupid."

Artest stepped forward and sneered, "You beat our teammates, Bynum, so badly in our Lakers' home arena?!"

You're not planning to just pretend nothing happened and leave, are you?!

???

Damn... Bynum didn't attack first, but he was just outmatched and got beaten to a pulp on the floor, howling in pain?!

Blame me!

What gives you the right to turn the tables and accuse me?!

Su Yan now knew the newcomers meant no good, but he wasn't afraid at all. He slightly raised his chin and said calmly, "Otherwise what?!"

"Apologize!"

Artest said bluntly, "Apologize to Bynum now, and this matter will be over."

"What if I don't apologize?"

Su Yan smiled knowingly, a ruthless glint flashing in his dark eyes.

"Then you probably won't be able to leave today!"

Artest gave a seemingly harmless smile, but it sent chills down your spine.

"Oh."

Su Yan raised his eyelids slightly, somewhat bored, and casually uttered an "oh." He had stopped walking, but then started moving again and continued forward.

Led by Artest, the opposing team had a full 7 to 8 people.

Su Yan still walked over.

"Ignore me?!"

Artest's anger intensified as he watched Su Yan's nonchalant attitude, threatening to overflow.

If I look at it one more time, it will explode.

He originally planned to use his numerical advantage to intimidate Su Yan and force him to apologize, thus avoiding a conflict.

But now.

Su Yan's arrogance was something he couldn't tolerate.

"Hey!"

Artest, unable to hold back any longer, was about to walk away when Su Yan approached and stood beside him.

He placed his hand on Su Yan's shoulder and said coldly, "You brat, didn't you hear me say apology?!"

Su Yan stopped walking, but didn't turn around.

Glancing at Artest out of the corner of his eye, he slapped the hand off his shoulder and slowly uttered a single word: "Get lost!"

Then they continued walking forward.

"You're all alone, what are you pretending for?!"

Artest, who had intended to be "polite," suddenly erupted in anger and completely lost his temper.

He raised his fist.

It slammed down hard on Su Yan, heading straight for his head.

Realizing the newcomer was hostile, Su Yan, who had been on guard, raised his right arm, tensed his muscles, and took a punch from the "thug" Artest.

Without stopping for a moment.

With a half-turn, a heavy punch, imbued with the force of a 200-kilogram bench press, slammed straight into Artest's chest.

Very urgent, very fast.

Artest's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately raised his left arm to block.

"boom!"

The terrifying force from Su Yan's fist instantly landed on Artest's arm and continued to travel to his chest.

"Sigh~"

Artest twitched the corner of his mouth.

Su Yan's punch was equivalent to a "peak" Shaquille O'Neal delivering a powerful punch to Ron Artest.

Does it hurt?

The key point is... Su Yan's punches were not only heavy, but also very fast.

No sooner had one punch landed than another came straight at his face, and Artest had no chance to dodge.

"boom!"

One punch, and he was dizzy and disoriented.

A cold glint flashed in Su Yan's eyes. He was outnumbered and outmatched, and he knew very well what was going on in a group fight.

Either avoid battle, or focus on one person and crush them with lightning speed, reducing their fighting strength while also intimidating them.

Say nothing.

Su Yan delivered his third heavy punch, a left hook that landed on Artest's cheek, knocking him to the ground.

One punch can cause a jaundice, two punches can send your ancestors to their graves.

Artest fell to the ground, his eyes rolled back, and he fell into a deep, baby-like sleep.

Truly, it happens in the blink of an eye.

Su Yan knocked out "the villain" Artest.

This is the result of the increased strength brought about by the [Steel Bones lv2] enhancement. If it were lv1, it wouldn't be this fast.

hum~

Artest fell so quickly that, led by Gasol, no one had time to react and they were all stunned in place.

Until... Su Yan prepared to leave.

"That bastard Su Yan has been causing trouble on our turf time and time again. How can we tolerate this?!"

Brothers, let's go! Let's teach this bastard a lesson!

Sasha Vujacic, a substitute small forward who is 201 cm tall, roared angrily, instantly igniting the fighting spirit of everyone.

"Come on!"

He then yelled.

They charged out first, followed by Odom, Jordan Farmar, Josh Powell, Fisher, and Gasol.

Five people rushed towards Su Yan, ready to beat him up.

Su Yan's gaze sharpened, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He raised his fist and roared, "Anyone who's not afraid of death, come at me!!!"