The impact of Li Fei's three punches went far beyond that.
NBA executives had differing opinions about Li Fei throwing punches.
"Throwing down with an opponent at the slightest disagreement? This guy's temper is way too explosive!"
Bucks general manager Mike Dunleavy frowned tightly from the sidelines.
"On top of that, given that he's from China, he may have trouble fitting into the United States athlete circle, which could intensify conflicts within the team."
A small city like Milwaukee could not attract many superstars in the first place.
If they truly decided to develop Li Fei, only for him to turn the locker room into a complete mess in the end—
Milwaukee could not withstand that kind of turmoil.
Mike Dunleavy had already made up his mind.
If he got the first overall pick, he would trade Li Fei for a dependable star no matter what.
Dallas Mavericks general manager Sannu felt the same way.
"His emotions are far too uncontrollable. I don't want a violent man controlling the team."
"If we get the first overall pick, Jason Kidd will be the number one pick in the 1994 draft!"
Previously, the Mavericks general manager had still given Li Fei a twenty to thirty percent chance.
But now—
After Li Fei's brawl in the NBA Finals—
He decisively put a big red X over Li Fei as an option.
Of course.
For every person who disliked Li Fei's brawling, there was someone who admired his toughness.
"He doesn't back down when trouble comes. He takes it head-on. I like Li Fei's competitive spirit."
Karl Malone excitedly pumped his fist from the sidelines.
"Get him to Salt Lake City already. If I team up with him—"
"Even if we're facing Stone and the Flying Pig, I won't be afraid."
John Stockton swallowed