The Bobcats' jersey is ugly. Anyway, Li Ke thinks so, all kinds of yellow and the rustic bright red, but the material of the jersey gives people the feeling of cheap plastic.

"Is this jersey ugly? Maybe, I didn't decide this jersey."

Boss Qiao found a mirror, looked at it, was silent first, and then made a decision:

"I'll ask Ritchie to find someone to design again when I go back."

While talking, the opponents also came in.

"Are you all here to compete for second place?"

Boss Joe shouted, his eyes staring at Steve Cole.

"This is too old-fashioned. Michael, Larry will ask you for copyright fees!"

Old Joe responded with Admiral Robinson, who grinned.

Billland Bill didn't have so many thoughts, and he was very straightforward: "I will pull you down from the altar, Michael!"

Then there was Steve Cole's laugh: "Haha, you're wrong with Bill. In addition to the dunk contest, especially for this kind of shooting game, what kind of altar does Michael have?"

Jordan smiled, he was just kidding.

However, Steve Cole's laughter still reminded him of the Shark's deal.

"Steve, Shark's deal..."

"This is the field, let alone those who have nothing."

"No, I just want to make a bet with you. If I win this Shooting Stars contest, you must immediately withdraw from the Sharks' deal."

Boss Qiao’s daily life, betting, Li Ke’s heart rambled. This old Qiao felt that the pressure was not too great enough...

Looking over there, Steve Cole was moved.

In fact, at this stage of transaction negotiation, the sun's chances of getting sharks are already slim.

"Okay, then let's have a gamble, but what if you lose?"

"We'll exit the Sharks' deal!"

Have a big time playing...
Chapter completed!