Intentional Fist

At this moment, Paul walked over and hugged him, trying to calm him down, but Chen Xi grinned from across the way and added a jab.

"In my hometown, there's an old saying: dogs that bite don't bark. You still have a lot to learn, huh."

Redick, who hadn't yet cooled off, immediately let his emotions take over his brain again.

"I'll tear your mouth apart! You damn yellow pig! Bastard born from a whore!"

Hearing this, Chen Xi's face instantly darkened.

I just threw a little shade at you, and you dare spew shit first?

Without a second word, he lunged forward to land a heavy hit on Redick, but unfortunately, just inches before his palm reached the guy's face, Griffin shoved him back.

As Chen Xi stumbled back a couple of steps, Westbrook charged in and gave Griffin a hard shove.

Seeing the conflict escalate, the three referees rushed in immediately, pulling apart the players at the heart of the scuffle.

But they couldn't hold him back. Chen Xi shook off Grant's arm, which had tried to stop him, slipped past Paul like an eel, and charged forward, landing a deliberate fist square on Redick's ugly face.

Redick's vision exploded with stars, and he lost control of his balance, toppling backward.

By the time Griffin and Little Jordan barely reacted, Chen Xi was already wrapped in Adams' arms and hauled back to the Thunder's half-court. The referees had swarmed in, so they could only back off grudgingly.

"Oh my god!!!! What are we seeing, are they putting on a WWE show here?! Chris Chen just knocked out Redick with one punch!!!!"

On the sidelines, Ian Eagle, the commentator for today's game, looked stunned.

"Let's check the replay. The referees may need to review the footage to determine the severity of the penalties for each player.

"Here we can see Chen and Redick having a verbal exchange. It doesn't look like much was said, but Redick's anger is obvious. What did Chen say?"

"Oh, Redick was stopped by CP3. The incident should have ended there, but obviously it didn't. They're still arguing over Paul. I never thought CP3's height would be a disadvantage at a time like this—he can't effectively separate them."

"God!! What kind of footwork is that? Chen twists and slips past Paul. Damn!! That punch looks painful! Technical foul!!!"

After reviewing the replay several times, the head referee, Mark Dyson, walked to the technical table, grabbed the microphone, and announced the ruling.

Chen Xi: Second-degree intentional foul, ejected.

Redick: First-degree intentional foul.

Westbrook: One technical foul.

Griffin: One technical foul.

Classic fifty-fifty call. Since Chen Xi threw the punch and caused Redick's injury, he might face fines and a suspension after the game.

But he didn't care. He only regretted not hitting harder. Damn it! If he were the team's leader, he'd be waiting outside the locker room to corner him!

Too bad he wasn't. If he tried, his own teammates would probably stop him halfway.

Chen Xi walked slowly toward the player tunnel amid the deafening boos and curses from Staples Center, laughing as he went, making AI's signature listening gesture to provoke the fans at Staples Center.

Instantly, the entire arena erupted, high-decibel shouts crashing against the ceiling.

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At this moment, Redick was still lying on the bench, getting checked by the team doctor. As his emotions cooled, he started to regret it. If he'd known this guy was so hot-tempered, why did he provoke him?

After the technical free throws were executed, the game continued, but obviously, after what just happened, no one had their mind on the game anymore.

In the end, the Thunder beat the Clippers 80 to 74, securing their fourth straight win to start the season and claiming the top spot in the Western Conference.

But clearly, no one's attention was on that anymore. After the game, the media swarmed toward both locker rooms like hyenas catching the scent of blood. They couldn't wait for the press conference—they wanted to interview the parties involved immediately.

"Chen, we want to know what the verbal exchange was about that made JJ so angry?"

"Chen, were you trying to use this method to help the Thunder win?"

"Chen, are you interested in switching jobs? How about coming to WWE?"

"Chen, the gesture you made as you left the court—can we take that as a provocation to the fans in Los Angeles?"

"Chris, what are your standards for a partner?"

"Chen, as a rookie who's only played four regular-season games, resorting to violence against a veteran at the very start of your career—have you considered how disrespectful that is?"

Seems like something weird snuck in there?

"This is the locker room..." Chen Xi looked helplessly at the crowd of media in front of him. As someone usually invisible, he'd never had this kind of treatment.

"Maybe he was playing poorly, or maybe something else—who knows? He got frustrated and tried to trash-talk me, but he just couldn't outtalk me."

Chen Xi shrugged, then let out some lingering aggression.

"I was just responding to his trash talk. He brought it on himself—used racial slurs against me, even insulted my mother. Giving him one punch was light!"

"Damn it, he called me a yellow pig? I can't believe such words could come out of the mouth of a professional player earning millions in the NBA every year."

"Chen, are you sure he really said that?"

"Of course. He said it right in front of CP3. The referees and Russell were nearby. I believe they'll be willing to testify for me."

As soon as Chen Xi's words left his mouth, it caused an uproar.

As the saying goes, the more you lack something, the more you emphasize it.

In the country with the worst racial discrimination, racial discrimination is precisely the thing that can never be brought to the surface.

Chen Xi seized the moral high ground and pressed his advantage, then ruthlessly kicked Redick in the ass, branding him with the label of a racist.

Hey, still trying to mess with me? If this doesn't work, buddy's about to pile on buffs like environmentalist, vegan, Walmart shopping bag, homosexual, gender identity disorder, animal rights activist, AI worshipper, and so on.

I'll grind you into dust!!

As the explanation that Redick had made racist remarks spread, the media immediately turned their guns around and began to denounce him. No one wanted to be tagged with the same label as him, even if the discrimination wasn't against Black people but the Yellow race.

On the other side, Redick was also facing a barrage of reporter interviews.

"He's a lunatic, did you see that? Even Chris Gabriel couldn't stop him. He's a complete and utter violent thug!"

"Redick, Chris just said in an interview that you made racially discriminatory remarks to him and verbally attacked his mother, who passed away early. Is that true?" A well-informed reporter received firsthand premium intel from the adjacent locker room on their phone.

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