"Fuck, big windmill slam dunk!"

The screams started loudly.

"Bah bang bang!"

The basketball hit the ground and jumped violently.

Listening to this voice, the corners of Liao Fucheng's mouth twitched.

This is simply embarrassing him!

In a duel with someone, he was dunked by someone in a big windmill!

Liao Fucheng took a deep breath. The next moment, he grabbed the basketball and looked at Zhang Fan with an extremely cold light in his eyes.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

Hit him to death!

Zhang Fan is very fast, but with his small body, how can he compare with me?
Chapter completed!