"Arvydas, how does it feel? The coaches finally opened their eyes and saw your greatness."
Sabonis grinned, revealing teeth yellowed by time and cigars. "Oh, give me a break, kid. They just wanted an old guy to carry bags for you youngsters. Still, if I get to run some high-low action with you in the All-Star Game, that should feel pretty good."
"It's a deal." Li Fei rose to his feet and clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.
"Alright, guys!" His voice was not loud, yet the entire practice facility fell silent at once.
"To celebrate the four All-Stars on our team, and to thank every teammate for all their hard work this season!" Li Fei swept his gaze around the room, a generous smile on his face. "Tonight, I've booked the private club on the top floor of Madison Square Garden! Everyone, bring your families and friends—we're drinking until we drop!"
"Ooooooh!"
"Long live the boss!"
Stephen Jackson was the first to leap up, wildly waving his towel in excitement.
The entire Knicks team instantly became a sea of celebration.
Seeing everyone so united and joyful, Li Fei's smile deepened.
He knew exactly how terrifying a team with four All-Stars and a united heart could be.
A powerful vortex known as the "Blue-Orange Storm" was gathering over New York, and its next target was Oakland on the West Coast.
As February's cold winds were scattered by California sunshine, the entire basketball world turned its eyes toward this Bay Area city.
The annual All-Star Weekend was the league's grand party for fans around the world, a glorious epic woven from muscle, sweat, and talent.
Former rivals became teammates for the moment, and the smoke of battle on the court was replaced by relaxed showmanship and effortless combinations.
Yet before the