New York, Indiana Fans Start Fighting!

There was only one throne.

If they wanted to take it from his hands, they would have to step over his corpse.

Unlike the Chicago Bulls' cabin, where suffocating pressure had erupted into soaring fighting spirit, the Knicks, who had just ended the series at Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, were undergoing an entirely different kind of "baptism."

Outside the terminal at Indianapolis International Airport.

Hundreds of fans wearing yellow-and-blue Pacers jerseys had completely blocked the route from the Knicks' team bus to the VIP passageway.

There was no disappointment from losing the series on their faces. In its place was a nearly twisted fury and fanaticism.

"Get out of our city, New York trash!"

"F**k you, Li Fei! You beast who only knows how to use brute force!"

"You bought the refs! The league is your lapdog! This win is disgraceful!"

All kinds of insults rose and fell, merging into a surging wave of sound that battered against the bus windows.

Some went even further, viciously hurling drink cups, popcorn buckets, and even torn-up cheering posters at the vehicle, producing dull, repeated thuds.

Camera flashes flickered frantically through the crowd, recording the chaotic scene as if they were not seeing off an NBA team, but besieging a group of utterly heinous criminals.

Indiana fans had always been known for their hard-edged, even somewhat extreme style. They regarded basketball as a faith and their home team as the city's totem.

In their eyes, any opponent who defeated the Pacers was an unforgivable enemy.

And Li Fei—the man who had crushed their hopes in almost brutal fashion—had become the focal point of their hatred.

Inside the bus, most of the Knicks players wore headphones, expressionlessly watching the agitated crowd outside.

Having experienced countless major occasions, they had long grown accustomed to this