Jordan: I thought he was there to help me!

Chapter 86 I'm not targeting you personally, I'm saying you're all trash!

"Are you guys ever going to stop?! Are you even going to stop playing cards?!" A loud shout suddenly rang out, completely drowning out the sound of everyone arguing. Big Mouth Reggie Miller finally couldn't hold back and started talking!

"If you want to fight, then let's keep fighting! If you want to fight, then you better act like men and get to it! Those of you trying to break it up, get back here! What business is it of yours if you're trying to break it up? Get back here, let me see if they have the guts to have a brawl here the night before All-Star Game!"

Miller's words were harsh and unpleasant, just like his personality.

But it must be admitted that his words resonated with everyone.

These guys were having a good time, but apart from Rodman, who was a fearless brute, the others really didn't dare to fight at this time.

This is right under Stern's nose. If he finds out about a fight here, not only will they face suspensions and fines, but that bespectacled old man will definitely get the referees to target their team!

Everyone present knew that Stern was not truly kind; his smile was merely a facade!

If you anger this old man, the consequences will be unbearable for anyone!

After Miller spoke, a brief, awkward silence fell over the room. At that moment, Jordan clapped his hands and said, "Let's go! Let's play cards! Put all our grudges and anger on the table! Let's see who the ultimate winner is!"

"Michael, if I were you, I wouldn't sit at the table! Have you forgotten that you lost almost 500 million a couple of years ago? If you sit at the table tonight, you'll have to throw down at least another 500 million!" Barkley couldn't help but remind his good friend, who looked like a lamb to the slaughter, that if Jordan sat at the table, everyone would target him.

"You're right, Charles, so I'm not going to play any cards tonight!" Jordan shrugged, not sitting down in his seat.

"What the hell?" Barkley looked at Jordan in disbelief. "Then what are you doing here? Just here to enjoy the air conditioning?"

"I'm recommending someone to you, a super expert who's practically the Chicago gambling god!" Jordan patted Lin Tian on the shoulder triumphantly, successfully drawing everyone's attention once again, before saying, "Lin will be playing for me tonight, and I'll pay for his losses! Don't worry, there won't be any delays; it'll all be paid out on the spot!"

"You're letting a kid play cards with us, Michael? Is that your way of solving the problem of being trash at the poker table? Not playing yourself?" Barkley, who was closest to Jordan, didn't hold back when he was being sarcastic, blurting out, "By the way, when did you realize that you're guaranteed to lose money whenever you play?"

"Charles, if you could just shut up, you'd definitely be the best power forward in the league, not just outside the top five!" Jordan mercilessly gave him the middle finger before addressing everyone, "Now, does anyone still want to sit at the table and play a proper game of cards?"

"How much does this kid earn in a year? Does he have the money to gamble with us? Did you even tell him how big the stakes are?" Malone sneered, sitting down in his chair. "If he dares to owe us money, I'll have someone kill him! I mean really kill him!"

"I'll pay for him to play tonight!"

Jordan patted Lin Tian on the shoulder triumphantly and said, "Come on, Lin, let them know how awesome you are!"

Lin Tian shrugged and said, "That's how it is. Michael said he'd take responsibility if he lost, so even though I've only ever played cards once in my life, I still came."

"You've only played cards once?" Ewing found a seat and asked, "Do you think we believe that?"

"I swear, I've only played once, on a plane against Michael, but I was lucky that time and won ten games in a row, so he probably thinks I'm a pro," Lin Tian said with a smile. "But I promise, I'm really not very good, I'm just a newbie."

"I don't care if you're a newbie or not! If you dare sit down, I'll beat you until you're left with nothing but your underwear! Place your bet, kid!" Ma Long glared fiercely at Lin Tian, ​​his eyes filled with resentment.

"Shut up, you trash. Don't you even know the rules? How can I place a bet without the cards being dealt?" Lin Tian glared at Ma Long and started swearing as well.

"You're calling me trash?" Malone pointed to his own nose.

"No, I wasn't targeting you." Lin Tian glanced at everyone present, thought for a moment, and then slightly modified his classic line: "What I meant was, the entire Salt Lake City is garbage!"

"Snapped!"

Malone slammed his hand on the table in anger, yelling, "Come on, kid! Come on! Let me see how much money Michael has to make you lose!"

While Lin Tian and Malone were exchanging insults, Payton, Kemp, and Mutombo also sat down.

With the addition of Lin Tian, ​​Ewing, Barkley, and Malone, who were already seated, there were a total of eight people, and the first round of the card game began!

"Reggie, aren't you going?" David Robinson asked curiously as he stood next to Miller, even though Miller was a gambler who never missed a bet!

"No." Miller shook his head without hesitation. "Have you ever seen Michael speak so highly of someone? Especially in a field he considers himself very good at? This is absolutely the first time Michael has ever done this!"

"Think about it! If Michael recommended someone, saying he's incredibly good at basketball and even beat him before, would you easily go one-on-one with that guy?" Miller shrugged and continued, "You haven't seen this kid's scouting report, have you? He's a graduate of the University of Pennsylvania's psychology department! Penn's psychology department is ranked number one in the world!"

"I'll observe for a while first! I enjoy gambling, but I don't like handing money to experts!"

Robinson nodded in agreement, "Let these guys test whether this kid is really capable or just here to fool us!"

While the two were chatting, the door to the private room was opened again.

It wasn't a star player who came in, but a waiter who had just been told by Jordan to buy underwear.

The waiter, carrying a tray with several pairs of plus-size underwear, jogged over to Jordan and asked, "Sir, where should I put these?"

"Leave it here!" Lin Tian snapped his fingers at the waiter, "But you still need to ask Michael for the tip!"

"What is this?" Ewing looked at the thing in Lin Tian's hand with great curiosity.