"Nice work, David," Li Fei praised.
"By the way, Li, about Kobe... during this All-Star Weekend, didn't you push him a little too hard?"
Falk shifted the subject, a trace of concern in his voice. "I heard that the moment he got back to Los Angeles, he started training like crazy. The Lakers have been on a strong run this season. Phil Jackson's Triangle Offense and the OK Duo's chemistry are getting better and better. They'll be our biggest enemy in the playoffs."
"Enemy?" Li Fei gave a soft laugh, sitting up from his lounge chair as his gaze drifted toward the distant blue sky.
"No, David. They aren't enemies. They're merely... stepping stones on my path to greater glory."
His voice was not loud, yet it carried an unquestionable dominance and confidence.
Since the whole world was eager to watch the old king be replaced, then he would personally crush every Challenger's hopes, one by one.
This era was his era.
Whoever came, it made no difference.
The Gulfstream V's turbine engines gave off a steady, low roar, shutting out Oakland's clamor far below at an altitude of ten thousand meters.
Inside the cabin, the air was filled with the rich scent of premium leather blended with a faint fragrance of champagne.
Li Fei reclined against a soft, comfortable leather sofa, his long legs stretched out casually. In his hand was a glass of top-grade Pinot Noir from Romanee-Conti, the crimson wine swaying gently in the crystal glass and reflecting his deep, tranquil eyes.
The exhaustion of All-Star Weekend ebbed away like the tide the moment he boarded his own airborne ride, replaced by the comfort and relaxation of returning to his own territory.
"Looks like our King returned from this hunt in quite a good mood."
A lazy,