James Locks Onto Li Fei! Fierce Battle Against the Rockets!

He did not say another word.

He knew that the art of language lay in leaving just the right amount unsaid.

He had already laid a magnificent vision of the future before the mother and son. Any further words would only profane that vision.

After a long while, LeBron looked up. The curiosity and unease of a boy had vanished from his eyes, replaced by a resolve and longing beyond his years. He looked at his mother, and Gloria understood everything from her son's gaze.

She took a deep breath and nodded.

LeBron turned to Falk and solemnly extended his hand.

"Mr. Falk, please tell Mr. Li Fei this. I, LeBron James, accept his invitation."

Falk tightly clasped the enormous hand that would one day command countless games, his smile as brilliant as California sunshine.

"Welcome aboard, LeBron. Your era begins today."

When Nike and Adidas's scouting teams finally arrived at the James family's shabby apartment door with contract offers they believed were full of sincerity, they found only the silence of an empty home.

A battle for the future had been declared over before their opponents had even stepped onto the battlefield.

And another war, one for the present, was about to unfold beneath the eyes of the entire world.

New York, Madison Square Garden.

Three hours before the Knicks were set to host the Houston Rockets, this sacred venue known as the "Mecca of basketball" had already become an ocean of fashion and frenzy.

Outside the arena, lines of fans stretched from the ticket windows all the way to Seventh Avenue. Scalpers had driven ticket prices to staggering heights, yet tickets remained impossible to find.

The most eye-catching sight in the crowd was the flowing sea of footwear—countless young people wore The Answer I, the newly released and