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Chapter 1 Orientals in Boys' School ([-])

Mesa, Arizona, a city in the middle of the desert, feels nothing but excruciating heat during the summer season.

Even cars rarely appear on the wide roads, and no one wants to go out in this hot weather.

A black car was parked outside the gate of the State Boys' School, and two men in dark suits were getting out of the car.

"Damn weather, damn parole regulations!" A man looked at the gate of the boys' school and muttered non-stop.

"Okay, Kelly, stop nagging. I've heard enough of you swearing this way, it's our job, there's no way," the other man said to the muttering man.

"Harry, I really don't understand why you choose this job. Why don't you become a basketball agent like your brother. With your father's reputation, you won't lose your job." Kelly asked puzzled.

"When your family is full of this basketball topic, you know how boring it is for a long time. I always listen to my father and brother discussing various tactics in my head. I don't want to drive myself crazy." Harry made gestures while talking.

"The job of parole officer can free me. I'm really not a piece of material for playing basketball or engaging in basketball. This is what my father said. Because I don't have a passion for basketball, but it doesn't hinder me.
Enjoy the performances of those multi-millionaires in the NBA. "After finishing speaking, Harry remembered Kobe's lore last night, it was really a perfect performance.

"Okay, Kelly, it's time for us to go in. There are still lost lambs waiting for us to rescue." Harry pulled Kelly towards the school gate.

"Harry, you really are God's material. There are no lambs here. Some are almost the worst little guys in the state. If they are not young enough, they may already be in prison." Kelly looked helplessly. Harry said.

What a nice name for a boys' school.

But the ones sitting in it are not the well-behaved and well-behaved children in regular schools.

It's just underage murderers, street hustlers peddling drugs, aggressive gangsters.

Tony is sitting against the basketball hoop where he always spends his free time each day.

He is a gang leader in this juvenile prison, and the gold medal fighter of the largest local gang.

A failed drug deal got him caught here by the federal police, and this kind of juvenile prison-like place was his world.

Hard enough fists and a huge gang are his backing, and no one wants to provoke him here.

But there is not only his gang here, but different gangs gather here.Frictions are always happening, but large-scale group fights rarely occur. After all, no one wants to stay in a confinement cell that only has five square meters for half a month.

They have their own solutions to disputes between gangs, one is gambling and the other is bullfighting.

Fists are always a way to solve problems, very direct and effective.

The loser backs down, and the winner will not demand too much.

It was a sort of reprieve from the boring prison life.

Bullfighting is even simpler. There are basketball hoops in the square for their activities. They can’t find anything else in the United States. There are so many people who can play basketball that it is outrageous.

The outcome of a 3V3 match is more civilized than gambling. There are no referees on the field, and everything must be handled according to the rules of the street.

Of course, all of this is related to gambling. Although there is not much cash, but when it comes to gambling, many people's adrenal glands will have an impulse.

Now there is a 3V3 confrontation on the basketball court in front of Tony's eyes. It is a duel between his gang and another gang.

There are five balls in each round, a total of three rounds, and the first to win two rounds is the winner.

Tony had been frowning from the moment the game started.

These three people under him have won him thousands of dollars in this prison, and they have not lost in more than a dozen games.

But now the game has just started 2 minutes and it is 0:4 behind. A big black man on the other side has scored 4 goals in a row.

Tony can't afford to lose a few hundred dollars on this match, but he doesn't want the gang to get too rampant.

"I'm the boss of this place! No one can ride on my head!" Just as Tony was thinking, the score on the court was already 5:0.

The big black man was pulling the basket and doing pull-ups, looking contemptuously at the defender who was knocked away by him.

"Pause, take a break." Tony patted his butt and stood up, shouting at the short and fat leader of the opponent.

"Okay, Tony, anyway, you still have 5 balls and you're about to lose, I don't care how long you rest." The short, fat man on the opposite side smiled.

Tony didn't pay attention to the opponent's taunt, and the matter on the court must be resolved on the court, if there are more opportunities than fists.

"Are you sure you can't beat them?" Tony asked, looking at the three players standing in front of him.

"That big black guy is too strong. We can't hit him at all. My ribs were almost broken by him just now." The tallest team member answered Tony's question while clutching his left rib.

"Andy" Tony yelled at the crowd behind him.

"Come here, boss, what do you want from me?" A small, petty white man squeezed over from the crowd.

Tony took out 50 dollars and a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and handed them to Andy.

"Go and see the guard named Charlie in the confinement room, and give him the money and cigarettes. Tell him that if you don't want us to make trouble, let the person in 501 come out for half an hour."

"Okay, boss, don't worry." Andy took the money and disappeared around the corner in a flash.

Charlie looked at the cigarettes and 50 dollars in his hand, and lazily threw the keys hanging on his waist to Andy.

"I'll only give you half an hour. After the time, Tony will come and stay in confinement." Charlie tore open the pack of cigarettes and put one in his mouth, and said to Andy.
"Don't worry, it won't take half an hour." Andy trotted to the 501 confinement room with the key in hand.

"Hi, Lin, I am the angel who rescued you, why don't you thank me?" Andy opened the door of the confinement room and shouted inside.

A tall and slightly thin figure walked out of the small cell bent over, unlike many people here.

He has yellow skin, black hair, and black eyes. He is a standard oriental man.

There was no light in the small space, and the strong light outside made the man whom Andy called Lin subconsciously stretch out his hand to cover his eyes.

"Lin, come with me quickly, Boss Tony is waiting, we only have half an hour." Andy said while pulling the yellow-skinned man out.

"Lin, one hundred dollars, win this game for me." Tony said, looking at the big yellow-skinned man in front of him.

He knew that it was wisest to speak directly about his price and purpose when talking to the person in front of him without beating around the bush.

"Two hundred dollars." The man named Lin only replied one sentence.

Tony didn't choose to counter-offer, he just said "You must guarantee to win."

"If you can't win, I'll punch you for free." After saying this, the man named Lin had already entered the basketball court.

The short, fat guy from the opposing gang saw a big yellow-skinned guy appearing in the field, and yelled at Tony.
"Tony, is this your reinforcement? Haha, don't think that the big man with yellow skin must be YAO."

Tony ignored the other party's words, because he knew Lin's strength.

"Come on, it's too damn hot," Tony yelled.

"Andrew, blow up that yellow-skinned guy!" Humpty Dumpty shouted loudly at the big black guy in his team.

Andrew is the big black guy on the opposing team, with a height of nearly 2 meters and a strong black body.Like a small mountain of meat lying in front of Lin, his eyes were full of provocation.

Lin looked at the black guy who was a head shorter than himself in front of him. He didn't even show any expression on his face. He just walked around the opponent and walked towards the middle circle to prepare for the tee shot.

Having lost the game in the previous game, it was Tony's turn to kick off in this game.

Andrew stared at Lin who was running to the inside after the kickoff, and quickly posted it.

After the short guard on Tony's side received the kickoff, he saw Lin's running position clearly and gave him a high lob.

He had just received the lobbed basketball with both hands, and before Lin turned around, Andrew had already put his arms on his back.

What happened next shocked everyone present.

Lin didn't try to turn around and get rid of Andrew's defense. He used the most direct way of a center to deal with the black big man stuck behind him.

Hitting his back hard, Andrew was always on guard against the oriental man's footsteps to shake him away, so he stuck very close.

Such a distance was not enough for him to use his strength to resist this impact. In a real collision, Andrew was pushed back by the oriental man in front of him.

One step away was enough for Lin to turn around and take off with force, stretching his long arms in the air, and slammed the basketball into the blue basket.

"Wow!" The exclamation from the people around made Tony feel good, the price of two hundred dollars was worth it.

Fighting for strength with Lin, hehe, it seems that the big black guy really needs to know who is the most powerful person in this juvenile prison.

Thinking of this, Tony still remembers the first day this guy named Lin came in, and he broke the arm of a 200-pound fat man out of position with only one hand.

Lin picked up the basketball and threw it back to Andrew. He bent down to look at the big black man opposite and said, "It's your turn to attack me."

Andrew hasn't recovered from the impact just now
"How can this thin body have such great strength, even if I can't exert all my strength, I won't be knocked back by him!"

"What the hell did this yellow man do!"

Before Andrew could think about it, it was his turn to kick-off, and he stood inside and reached out to ask for the ball from his defender.

In the same way, the high-hanging ball was caught by him steadily, and Lin also pressed his body tightly against his back just like him.

Andrew decided to use the same attack as Lin's to defeat the opponent, concentrating on the back and slamming back forcefully.

The muffled sound of the "bang" physical impact made everyone watching the ball feel how impactful the impact was at that moment.

However, Andrew's squeezing with all his strength had no effect. Not only did the oriental man behind him not take a step back, but it made Andrew's own center of gravity a little unstable.

Unwilling to fail, Andrew dribbled the ball and hit it again, but the effect was still the same.

Dribble again, concentrate on hitting again.

The pressure on his back suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the momentary weightlessness made Andrew's footsteps a little staggered. When he realized that the ball in his hand had been taken away by Lin who had circled to the front.

Lin directly distributed the ball to his teammate standing outside the three-point line, then turned around and rushed to the basket, firmly stuck in the position where Andrew took off to grab the rebound.

A teammate from the perimeter missed a three-pointer and bounced off the basket. Andrew, who was stuck in Lin's position, couldn't reach the bouncing basketball.

Lin Gao jumped up high, grabbed the ball with his right hand in the air at the moment when the basketball just started to fall, and smashed the ball into the basket again following the inertia of flying.

Lin, who was hanging in the air while holding the hoop with his right hand, his black hair was flying in the air under the scorching sun.

(End of this chapter)