The Flying Man Arrives in New York, as the God of Basketball Joins Forces with the League's Top Player?

Manhattan, New York. A top-floor private apartment.

The evening breeze poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, thrown wide open, dispersing the room's languid warmth.

David Falk's call connected again. In an even voice, he laid out the Knicks management's latest meeting decisions in full.

When the name "Michael Jordan" reached his ears, Li Fei, who had remained unruffled until then, raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.

It was the first time that evening he had shown any visible emotion.

Monica Bellucci, Angelina, and Larsa Pippen stood quietly to one side, making no effort to interrupt.

They knew that news capable of moving the league's top player was exceedingly rare in the entire NBA.

Li Fei raised a hand and lightly pinched the side of his glass. The chill helped clear his thoughts.

He had originally assumed the Knicks management's targets for strengthening the roster would be second-tier big men or inexpensive role players.

He had never imagined that these cautious, conservative executives would dare set their sights on Michael Jordan.

It was a recruitment plan so wild it bordered on the absurd.

It was also a bold move that could upend the entire league.

"They want to sign Jordan?" Li Fei asked softly, his voice calm and betraying no emotion.

"That's right." David Falk's voice carried a hint of wistfulness through the phone. "Van Gundy proposed it. The whole group voted in favor, and they've settled on the plan. They're preparing to launch the recruitment effort in secret."

Li Fei fell silent for two seconds, images of last season's Eastern Conference Finals flashing through his mind.

It had been a pivotal series in the Bulls' transition from their old roster to their new one, and a series Jordan had fought with everything he had.

At thirty-six, Michael Jordan still wore the