Growing ever more intense, he lifted his chin slightly, like a street king looking down on all beneath him.
"The series has only just begun, guys."
"We just took a nap in New York. Our luck was a little worse, that's all. Once we're back home, we'll win two straight and return to the same starting line!"
"By then, I'll show you who truly controls this series."
"Li Fei is indeed tall, and his shooting is indeed accurate. But basketball isn't just a game of height—it's a game of heart! My heart is bigger than anyone else's in this league!"
Because in this era, I made the rules.
Two hours after the game ended, New York, the city that never slept, had completely erupted into a frenzy.
In sports bars large and small throughout Midtown Manhattan, beer foam kept spilling over the rims of glasses amid deafening cheers.
Even the neon lights along Broadway seemed to shine brighter than usual as the entire city celebrated the Knicks' eighteen-point rout.
In an upscale cigar lounge near Times Square, several Wall Street financiers in suits leisurely exhaled rings of Cuban cigar smoke, their expensive custom leather shoes tapping out a rhythm on the carpet.
"The Philadelphia 76ers? They're nothing but a joke."
A fund manager with slicked-back hair loosened his expensive silk tie and swirled the whiskey in his glass, his voice full of the particular arrogance of a New Yorker.
"Allen Iverson may be fast, but speed means nothing in the face of absolute physical domination. Did you see Li Fei's post-up in the second quarter? He was like a heavy armored vehicle running over a child's tricycle!"
"They're utterly helpless! This series is already over."
Another investment banking executive laughed in agreement.
"I don't even want to book a ticket