The score difference became 11 points, and the Nuggets were finally thrown away.

After the goal, everyone on the Pacers bench was stunned.

Artest passed an alley-oop to O'Neal...?

"Haha, thank you..." Xiao Ou originally wanted to thank Artest after scoring the goal, but when he saw that proud face, he didn't want to thank him immediately.

"Hey, I sent the message to the wrong person. Where is Wayne? Why did Wayne lose it?"

Artest also continued to be arrogant, but he just didn't look good to Xiao Ou anyway.

"snort!"

Both turned their heads and eventually came over to high-five Wayne.

"This..." Wayne was speechless. How much hatred do you two have?

At this time, George Karl roared and called a timeout, and Najera must have been scolded.

"When a soldier goes to the battlefield, he can't even inflict pain on his opponent. Sooner or later he will die!" Wayne vaguely heard Carl yelling such words.

The point difference widened easily, and to be honest, Wayne was quite surprised.

As long as we can continue to maintain stability, the two consecutive defeats will be successfully stopped.

But...the hat of the 2003 killer cannot be taken off for the time being.

Wayne is really troubled.

At this time, far away in Los Angeles, a man with a serious expression turned off the TV in disappointment.

Seeing Anthony shouting so loudly before the game, he originally had expectations for Guagua.

The result, is this?

Just as useless as Shaq!

How hot is this guy named Wayne?

I don’t believe it!

It seems that the important task of defeating Wayne still has to be taken personally by me, the Los Angeles ball tyrant.
Chapter completed!