He stood up and pulled off his sweat-soaked tank top, revealing a back as broad as a door.
"Next game, I'll personally take Iverson for a few possessions."
Li Fei's words instantly silenced the entire locker room.
"Li, you're going to guard that little guy?"
Sprewell's eyes widened.
"You're 2.24 meters tall and he's 1.83! He'll break your ankles with a crossover!"
Li Fei turned his head, his gaze filled with absolute confidence.
"He's fast, but I'm not slow either."
"I'll show him that before absolute strength and range, speed is nothing but an illusion."
"Besides, I need to take some of the burden off Arvydas."
Li Fei glanced at Sabonis, who sat silently in the corner wrapping his knee, and his tone grew solemn.
Meanwhile, in the top-floor conference room at Knicks headquarters.
Layden was making a long-distance call.
"Yes, get in touch with the Denver Nuggets. I want to know what they're offering Ralph Lorenz."
"And keep an eye on the young, energetic blue-collar big men on the free-agent market."
Layden hung up and looked out at the bustling streets of Manhattan.
On the notebook before him, Sabonis's name had already been crossed by a faint red line.
This was the NBA.
While you spilled sweat on the court and gambled your career for that ring, the men in suits upstairs were already considering how to package you up and dispose of you like a bad asset.
Li Fei walked out of the training facility to find David Falk waiting beside his Rolls-Royce.
"Fei, good news!"
Falk excitedly waved the financial report in his hand.
"The first round of dividends from the 'The Answer' line has arrived. Allen may have lost the game, but that lone-hero look of his is practically the best advertisement possible."
"Nike can't sit