Jordan walked at the back, his steps slightly slower than usual.
Seeing this, Li Fei slowed down and caught up with him.
The corridor lights were soft, and there was no one else around.
"Is your knee bothering you?" Li Fei asked softly.
Jordan turned his head and gave a bitter smile without denying it.
"After so many consecutive high-intensity battles, this old body can't hold up anymore."
"I'll do my best to stick to Kobe in Game 4, but on offense, I can't guarantee my shot will be there."
Li Fei patted Jordan on the shoulder, keeping his strength restrained.
"You don't need to force yourself to carry the scoring. Just do your job and keep them occupied."
"Leave the scoring to me."
Jordan looked deeply at Li Fei and nodded solemnly.
"I understand."
The two parted ways and returned to their rooms to rest.
The night was deep, yet Los Angeles, the city that never slept, remained brightly lit.
On one side, Purple and Gold fans celebrated through the night, imagining the Lakers defending their home court once more.
On the other, the Knicks quietly rested and sharpened their blades for the battle of Game 4.
Time passed quickly.
Two days vanished in the blink of an eye.
Staples Center.
Game 4 of the NBA Finals officially began.
Inside the arena, a sea of Purple and Gold stretched as far as the eye could see.
The thunderous cheers nearly blew the roof off the building.
More than twenty thousand Lakers fans had been cheering nonstop since the player introductions.
They hoped the Lakers would keep the momentum going, win Game 4, and tie the series at 2-2.
The TNT broadcast camera swept across the arena.
Kevin Harlan gripped his microphone, his voice brimming with excitement.
"Welcome to Game