"Of course!"
Sprewell proudly lifted his chin. "Our boss doesn't just give us watches. Once we get on the court, he'll give us the best assists too. All we have to do now is sink those damn shots, then go home, wear our Rolexes, drink Sabonis's wine, and enjoy the victory!"
This domineering, slightly boastful interview was broadcast across the world. Countless fans stared wide-eyed at their televisions before erupting into even greater excitement.
"Rolexes for the whole team! Now that's a real boss!"
"That's so cool! Li Fei is practically a god!"
"The San Antonio Spurs are probably furious. They have to get shown up even before the game starts!"
The uproar in public opinion did nothing to affect the atmosphere on the court. When the referee blew the opening whistle and tossed the basketball high into the air, all the noise became primal roars.
Li Fei stood 2.24 meters tall and possessed terrifying leaping ability and wingspan. David Robinson, at 2.16 meters, was likewise one of the league's premier athletic centers.
But before Li Fei's inhuman physical gifts, The Admiral still came up just a little short.
The instant the ball reached its apex, Li Fei's knees were nearly level with Robinson's shoulders. Like a prehistoric beast that had broken free of gravity, he stretched out his long arm and lightly tapped the ball with his fingertips!
The basketball was precisely tipped toward the Knicks' backcourt, where Allan Houston secured it steadily.
The Knicks had the first possession!
Madison Square Garden instantly erupted in thunderous cheers!
Houston dribbled across half court and, without wasting a second, immediately fed Li Fei, who was posting up on the left block.
Defending Li Fei was one half of the San Antonio Spurs' Twin Towers, a future Hall of Famer—Tim Duncan.
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