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... ments, and then emphasized: "That guy, Deron -Williams to you?"

Artest waved his hand with confidence on his face:

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

I can't guard Kobe, the "top horse", and I can't guard Deron, the "medium horse"?

When Mike Brown saw that Artest agreed so happily, he also looked surprised. He really wanted to know what Li Wan said to Artest.

Obviously in the first game, this guy still looked like he wanted to "bleed rivers and fight to the end" wi ...

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