"Understood! Also, Charles Barkley went crazy praising you on TNT last night, and the results were excellent. Sales of the retro Flying Pig line have also seen a slight increase."
"Good. Tell Charles to keep up that pace. Let him know that as long as he praises me well enough, I'll double his year-end dividends."
"No problem, boss. Oh, and regarding the next game..." Falk hesitated.
"What about the next game?"
"Coach Jeff Van Gundy's thinking is that since we've already established an absolute psychological advantage in the first game, perhaps we could hold back a little in the second? The playoffs are still long, after all. There's no need to overexert ourselves in the first round."
Li Fei's eyes instantly turned cold. He looked at the distant Empire State Building beyond the window, an invisible aura of dominance radiating from him.
"Falk, you've been with me for so long. You should understand my personality."
"On the basketball court, there has never been such a thing as 'holding back.' Since they dared stand before me, then I have to crush them completely."
"Tell Van Gundy that in Game Two, I'll make the people of Philadelphia truly understand what real hell is. I'll sweep them out in the most brutal way possible."
"That is the greatest respect I can show them—and a warning to every other team in this league."
After hanging up, Li Fei tossed his phone onto the bar counter.
Monica walked over, gently took the coffee cup from his hand, rose onto her tiptoes, and gave him a fiery kiss.
"Looks like your conquest has only just begun."
Li Fei wrapped an arm around the woman's slender waist, his gaze deep and sharp.
"No, Monica. This isn't conquest."
"This is domination."
Li Fei stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows,