Violent Collisions! Kid, Haven't You Eaten?!

After Walsh and D'Antoni discussed things, they wasted no time heading straight to the court to find Su Yan.

They pulled him aside.

Walsh said gravely, "Yan, have you heard the rumors that we're planning to offer you a lowball contract?!"

"Yes."

Su Yan did not deny it.

He had actually been training the whole time, but Augustin had been keeping tabs on the news. Shocked, he immediately called Su Yan to confirm it.

Su Yan told Augustin that no one had spoken to him about it personally.

Walsh took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "That's fake news fabricated by the Spurs to drive a wedge between us.

"I originally planned to wait until the other teams had all made their offers before giving you a contract that surpassed every other team's.

"But now, some petty people are trying to interfere.

"I have no choice but to be on guard. So now... I solemnly promise that tonight, after the game—

"I'll give you a contract that satisfies you.

"So... don't overthink it. Just focus on playing well. Leave the rest to us without a single worry."

"Okay."

Su Yan answered.

He had already heard the insider news that Curry was coming. Clearly, they wanted the two elite shooters to join forces and lead the Knicks into a rebuild.

He knew the Knicks would not jerk him around.

All he had to do was focus on the game. No, focus on... farming money!

He was already itching to experience the effects of [Steel Bones lv1] and [Off-ball Movement LV2] in an actual game.

Uh...

Fine.

He wanted to see just how good the numbers would be—and how much money he could farm.

The game would tip off at 9 p.m.

At 8:40.

"The King," Gerald Wallace, accepted an interview with reporters. Brimming with confidence, he said, "No one on the Knicks can stop my violent collisions.

"With Gerald's ferocious defense.

"We'll send the Knicks sprawling.

"Su Yan is just a shooter. He won't be able to escape his defensive range at all.

"Shooting three-pointers is fine, but if he treats them as his daily bread, as the skill that lets him survive in the league.

"Sorry.

"That's weakling behavior.

"I hear Su Yan's been making a big splash lately. Hehehe~ Tonight, I'll teach him a proper lesson!!!"

That final eerie laugh sent chills down people's spines.

Many fans could already imagine the kind of violent collisions "Martial Saint" Stephen Jackson would use to attack Su Yan!!!

I'm so scared.

If it had been the old Su Yan, hearing those words might really have made him uneasy.

After all, Stephen Jackson had been one of the brawlers in The Palace of Auburn Hills incident.

Stephen Jackson was practically synonymous with violence.

But now... after being tempered by [Steel Bones lv1], Su Yan was not panicking at all. He was even eager to face him.

If he could crush him.

That would prove... his strength had truly been enhanced.

"Don't let that guy scare you!"

McGrady found Su Yan and snorted. "If he dares to play dirty, if he dares to go beyond the bounds of basketball against you.

"I'll be the first one to make him pay."

"Me too."

David Lee's expression darkened as well. "Against guys who play violently like that, if you don't hit back hard.

"They'll just keep bullying you."

"Exactly!"

Wilson Chandler nodded heavily, even flexing his biceps. "You have to be tougher than him before he'll back down.

"You just look for chances to shoot threes. I'll help keep that guy off you!!!"

Everyone was standing up for Su Yan.

Though he had only played three games, without anyone needing to say it aloud, Su Yan had gradually become the backbone of the team.

Like an acknowledged core.

Su Yan felt warmth in his heart as well. Playing in such an excellent Locker Room atmosphere was a kind of enjoyment.

No wonder Curry had been so eager to come to the New York Knicks.

Su Yan merely shrugged, completely unconcerned. "What kind of joke is that? I bench press 180 kilograms. Why would I be afraid of him?"

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Oh, right.

David Lee, McGrady, and Larry Hughes slapped their foreheads, having nearly forgotten about that.

???

What the hell?!

Wilson Chandler and the other players were completely baffled.

Very soon.

Boom!

Amid the fiery atmosphere in the arena.

Warmups ended, and both teams' Starting lineups took the floor. The game was about to begin.

New York Knicks Starting lineup: Point Guard: Chris Duhon, Shooting Guard: McGrady, Small Forward: Su Yan, Power Forward: Al Harrington, Center: David Lee.

Charlotte Bobcats Starting lineup: Point Guard: Raymond Felton, Shooting Guard: Stephen Jackson, Small Forward: Gerald Wallace, Power Forward: Boris Diaw, Center: Nazr Mohammed.

"Jump ball!"

The jump ball was between David Lee and Mohammed.

Mohammed got there first and tipped the basketball away. Gerald grabbed the rebound and passed it to Point Guard Felton to bring up the ball.

At the top of the key.

He handed it off to Stephen Jackson. Facing McGrady, his gaze sharpened and a cold smirk curled across his lips. "White Horse, Long Spear Tracy!

I have to say.

The old you did have some skill.

But now... you're nothing more than a decorative vase. Your only purpose is to bring a little popularity to the Knicks.

You're useless otherwise."

"Oh?"

McGrady lazily raised an eyelid. He had heard words like that plenty of times and did not care in the slightest.

He said flatly, "I'm a decorative vase? So what? My annual salary is 23 million, the highest in the league. What about you?!

Don't tell me you're not even as good as a decorative vase?!"

"You..."

Stephen Jackson was at a loss for words.

He was an expert at trash talk and would even win Trash Talker of the Year in the BIG3 League in the future.

Though no one knew what that honor was supposed to mean.

It did prove that he loved talking trash, and that it really was a skill.

Unfortunately... he should not have provoked a veteran.

"Hmph~"

Having been shut down, Stephen Jackson snorted and put the ball on the floor, charging forward.

There was no fancy crossover.

Just sheer, brutal force.

If this had been McGrady at his peak, he could have met him head-on without fear. He could have defended while retreating, using his gifts to suppress him and deliver a fatal defensive blow.

But now.

Not only was he old, he was also plagued by injuries. In a real confrontation, against Stephen Jackson's brutal charge.

He could not stop him.

He was knocked aside.

Stephen Jackson drove to the basket, with Gerald and Mohammed sealing off the position for him.

Boom!

He raised the torch to the heavens.

After Stephen Jackson's brutal collision, he punctuated it with a commanding dunk, giving his team a strong start.

"Did you see that, Tracy? You can't stop me!"

Stephen Jackson lifted his chin and taunted McGrady.

"So what?"

McGrady was dismissive. "You make less money than a pretty face. Do you play basketball just to entertain the crowd?!"

You motherf—...

What was so great about making a little more money?

Was he seriously not going to let this go?

Stephen Jackson was irritated, but he really couldn't argue back. His annual salary was less than eight million.

The other guy was just a pretty face, yet he made three times as much as him.

This was simply unreasonable.

He couldn't afford to provoke him. He really couldn't.

Stephen Jackson slunk away, then immediately fixed his gaze on Su Yan and snorted. "Did you see that? My monster dunk, you rookie Undrafted player!!!

Next up.

It's your turn!!!"