Apart from being a star player in the NBA, Cameron Anthony was also one of the " friendship leaders " of a New York gang.
Although he was now in Stanford, he still had close ties with the New York gang.
With his status, he could do whatever he wanted in the NBA. No one dared to mess with Anthony on the court.
Even a " bad guy " like Garnett had to be a little scared off the field when he provoked Anthony on the field.
The All-Star Weekend was an important time for the gangs to move around. As the starter of the Western Conference All-Star, Anthony had also brought the underlings of the New York gang to settle their business here in advance.
When Anthony was negotiating with your gang at the wine table, a lackey rushed over and said to him in a deserted place,"Mero, it's bad. Alan got into a fight with someone. He pulled out a gun to scare them. Now the other party wants to play Russian roulette with him.”
Anthony was shocked.
"Are you sure?"
Blackie nodded firmly." Yes, both sides have drunk a lot of wine and are in a fit of anger. The situation is not good. Go and take a look!"”
Without waiting for him to finish, Anthony began to run all the way, cursing,"Aren, this unlucky guy. He really wants to kill me. Please don't let anything happen to him…"
On the eve of the All-Star Weekend, NBA players died in underground places due to gang fights.
If such a thing really happened, it would definitely cause a sensation all over the world, and it would even be a scandal in the history of basketball.
If this was done by Anthony's underlings, he would not be able to stay in the Alliance.
……
Pa!
The moment he pulled the trigger, the revolver let out a crisp sound.
This also meant that he had fired an empty shot.
Wang Zhe sat there unscathed and handed the gun to the bearded man with a smile on his face.
The originally playful expression of the small mustache man gradually turned ugly.
In the beginning, he thought that Wang Zhe was just saying it and didn't dare to take it seriously.
However, he clearly underestimated the courage of this handsome big guy in front of him. He held the revolver that Wang Zhe had brought over, and his face with the furrow mustache even twitched.
Wang Zhe spread his hands, indicating that it was his turn.
Atai, who was at the side, was also adding fuel to the fire."Hey, buddy, what are you hesitating for? Did you pee your pants? Hahaha."
The little mustached man gritted his teeth so hard that they were about to break. There were many brothers watching him around.
Loyalty and credibility were the most important things in life. The mustache man knew very well that if he did not fire this shot, the prestige he had painstakingly built up would go down the drain.
He gritted his teeth and pointed the gun at his head. When his finger touched the trigger, his entire body trembled.
The man with the mustache seemed to be gathering his courage bit by bit.
There was a chance of 3 out of 5. With this shot, there was a 60% chance that his head would be pierced.
At this moment of life and death, he did not appear calm.
"Ah!" The bearded man shouted.
Pa!
A single shot proved that the mustached man's luck wasn't bad either. It was also an empty shot.
After surviving the disaster, the man with the mustache laughed arrogantly."Hahaha, hahaha, I'm lucky. It's your turn, kid!”
He arrogantly threw the gun in front of Wang Zhe and looked at Wang Zhe with a playful gaze.
"Kid, hurry up. Do you dare? If you don't dare, kneel down and beg Sir System for mercy.”
……
Seeing such a life-betting game, Atai, who had always been calm in the face of danger, felt his emotions rise and fall.
"Wang, stop playing with them. We're NBA players. They won't dare to do anything to us!”Atai shouted.
The man with the furrow mustache was caught red-handed and flew into a rage out of humiliation. He raised his pistol and pointed it at Atai's head."So what if he's an NBA player? Do you really think I won't dare to shoot?”
Artest, who often caused trouble outside the field, was involved in the shooting scene more than once, but no one dared to touch him every time.
He knew very well his value as an NBA player. These gangs would not provoke those who were valuable.
Of course, nothing was absolute.
Especially when a person drank alcohol, he would lose his mind.
Atai was also aware of this, so he didn't provoke him too much.
Wang Zhe still maintained his smile. He slowly raised the revolver on the table and aimed it at his temple.
He smiled at the man with the mustache.
Pa!
Another empty shot.
Wang Zhe completed the entire action extremely gently.
To the bystanders, he had a confident smile on his face, as if he had known that this shot would be an empty one.
However, in reality, the three bullets were all placed in by the man with the mustache and turned around a few times.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wang Zhe absolutely had no room to do anything.
If three consecutive shots were empty, it meant that the next shot was 100% loaded!
The man with the small mustache looked terrified.
Seeing the revolver Wang Zhe handed him, he did not have the courage to pick it up.
"Hahaha, coward, are you scared now?" Atai was ecstatic. If you're afraid, then beg your Grandpa Wang to spare your life.”
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