As the eldest brother, Reeves would definitely not participate in such a high-profile event as playing basketball games, so he would have to arrange for his younger brothers to do it.
This meat mountain is tall and strong, almost invincible in the interior, and he must be counted in this game.
As for the others, Reeves had just arrived at the second prison area not long ago and didn't understand the situation.
So he asked, "Who's the best at playing basketball in our second prison area?"
Callahan immediately recommended: "Big Mouth plays well, and his trash talk is the best!"
Basketball skills are important, but trash talking is also a necessary skill, especially in unprofessional street basketball. If you are good at trash talking, at least you have won in terms of momentum.
"Okay! Then let's count it as Big Mouth!" Ribs nodded and said.
Someone immediately recommended: "Boss, I have a little brother under me, nicknamed Trebuchet. This guy is fast and can shoot accurately!"
"Okay! Then count it as a trebuchet!"
The second prison area was full of talented people, and soon they had five people ready to go on stage.
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On the day of the competition, all the prisoners were gathered in the large square in the center of the prison.
This place is usually used when members of parliament come to inspect work. Today, two basketball hoops were placed here, and it became a place for prisoners to hold competitions.
The prison also hired a professional referee to blow the whistle in a proper manner.
Six or seven hundred prisoners crowded around the central basketball court, tightly surrounding it. There were only about twenty police officers on the scene maintaining law and order.
In fact, if so many people gather together and a riot breaks out, even if a hundred policemen come, it will be useless. The behavior of the prisoners mainly depends on the management of the prisoners.
In order to distinguish the teams in each prison area, the prison gave hats of different colors to people in different prison areas.
As soon as the First Ward team entered the arena, the crowd wearing green hats cheered: "James! James! First Ward, first place!"
James from the Prisoners Gang was walking at the front of the team in the first prison area. He was well-known for his strength throughout the Cook Prison and was also one of the leaders of the Prisoners Gang.
He had already received orders from the leader of the Prisoners Gang to wait for an opportunity to kill Ribs in this game.
James is nearly two meters tall, has a beard and is muscular.
As soon as he came on the court, he took off his shirt, picked up the basketball, and performed a powerful two-handed dunk.
"Honest Crab! Fuck! Long live James!" The prisoners around cheered loudly and whistled.
The team of the second prison area is led by Roushan, and its momentum is not inferior to that of the first prison area.
The younger brothers from the Second Ward, all wearing red hats, surrounded Reeves and stood on the sidelines, cheering for Roshan: "Long live the Second Ward! Roshan! Whether or not everyone can have fried chicken legs depends on you!"
"Long live the Black Rabbit Gang! Long live the Black Rabbit Gang!"
As soon as this slogan was shouted, the others present suddenly quieted down.
Everyone knows that Cook Prison is dominated by the prisoners' gang. Now, the second prison area actually dares to shout "Long live the Black Rabbit Gang" here.
Isn't this just blatantly challenging the prisoners' gang in prison and destroying their place?
James glanced at the prisoners on the side of the court and slowly walked towards Ribs: "Are you Ribs from the Black Rabbit Gang?"
"Yes, it's me. What's wrong?"
"Hahaha, I heard you're a good basketball player?" James challenged. "I thought you were so awesome! Turns out you're just a gigolo! Hahaha, how come you're too scared to even play? Does this kid even know how to play basketball? He's not gay, is he?"
"It's not that I don't dare to go up, it's that there's no need to." Libus said, "The meat mountain under my command is enough to deal with you!"
"Hahaha! Alright!" James made a throat-slitting gesture. "Wait, watch how I beat the shit out of Meat Mountain! And then I'll take care of you Black Rabbit Gang!"
This was a classic pre-game trash talk segment. Ribs waved his hand and called over the younger brother nicknamed "Big Mouth" on the team.
Callahan specifically recommended it, saying that he's great at trash talking and now is the time to use him.
Big Mouth ran up to him happily. He was not tall and not strong, but he was very tough in his words.
"Hou Lixie! James, I advise you not to be so arrogant! Our big brother Reeves can't play basketball, but he has no problem beating people up!" Big Mouth said, "Just wait, kid, the Meat Mountain will dunk on you soon!"
James nodded and said, "Okay, okay, okay! I'll wait for you!"
Soon the referee whistle sounded and the game started.
With James running rampant in the first prison area, the other two teams simply couldn't hold on and were quickly defeated. The first prison area advanced to the finals.
The second prison area had a big guy named Roushan. Although he lacked some physical strength, he was unstoppable when he stepped under the basket. The two prison areas finally met in the finals without any suspense.
As the two teams stepped onto the field, the excitement immediately boiled over on the sidelines.
Of course, the vast majority of prisoners supported the prisoners helping James, and they shouted on the sidelines:
"James! Kill the Second Ward! Kill the Black Rabbit Gang!"
"Show Black Rabbit Gang's Ribus the strength of the Prisoners Gang! Kill him!"
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The referee blew the whistle and the final began.
James relies on his huge body and muscles to rush to the basket as soon as he gets the ball.
At first, the meat mountain could still hold out for a few times, but after a while, his fat body could no longer hold on.
Even a 400-pound meat mountain couldn't hold up James, so naturally the other little brothers were helpless, and the scores between the two teams began to widen.
If the fight continued like this, the First Ward would undoubtedly win. The prisoners on the sidelines began to stand up and humiliate Ribs.
Every time James scored a goal, they would raise their middle fingers and wave them in front of Ribs, while constantly talking trash, just to deliberately provoke Ribs.
"The Black Rabbit Gang is trash! They're still trying to expand their influence in the prison! They're simply overestimating their own capabilities!"
"Ribs! This is not your place, just get out! Hahaha!"
"Hou Lixie! Have you seen James? You're only fit to shine his shoes, hahahaha!"
Ribs was not angry. He looked at the game time. It was only the second quarter and there was still early. He would see what happened next.
If Ribs had been sitting on the sidelines and not playing, James would have had no chance to shoot him.
Therefore, at the beginning of the third quarter, James began to use his trump card.
He received the pass from his teammate and went straight to the basket, but this time, he was not going for a goal, but for the meat mountain.
James put all his strength into it and, in full view of everyone, knocked the 400-pound mountain of meat several meters away.
"Fuck! My leg! My leg seems to be broken!" The meat mountain lost its balance and fell heavily to the ground, gasping and screaming in pain.
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