"Tomato!"
"Damn it!"
"I actually left you 1.5 seconds."
Zhou Ze shouted at Mark Cuban, his face full of frustration, as though he were the one who had been hit by the game-winner.
Not only were Mark Cuban and the Mavericks players dumbfounded, but even the teammates rushing over to hug Zhou Ze froze in place.
He really knew how to show off!
No wonder Kobe had elbowed him.
Mavericks owner Mark Cuban had no idea how to retort when faced with Zhou Ze's in-your-face taunting.
Fuck!
He really pulled it off!
For a moment!
The Mavericks' home arena erupted in thunderous, ear-splitting boos.
Yet Zhou Ze stood on the court without budging, calmly listening to the boos.
Seeing how outrageously arrogant Zhou Ze was, Mark Cuban wanted to get into an octagon with him, but at the same time, he developed a trace of admiration for him.
This little bastard is way too arrogant. I need to talk Vanessa out of it. I can't let him become the kids' godfather, Kobe thought to himself.
Vanessa greatly admired Zhou Ze's cooking and character. During dinner, she had repeatedly mentioned having Zhou Ze become her children's godfather.
The timeout ended.
101-98.
The Mavericks had possession, with only 1.5 seconds remaining. In theory, that was absolutely enough time to hit a game-winner.
The Mavericks had Dirk Nowitzki take the final shot. The instant he caught the ball, Kobe rushed toward him alongside Zhou Ze. Even under their double-team, Dirk Nowitzki was not blocked and smoothly got the shot off.
After all, Dirk Nowitzki was essentially a seven-foot small forward.
But the moment the basketball left his hand, the Mavericks fans' hearts sank. It was off—badly off.
Clang!
Beeeep!
The heavy sound of iron and the final buzzer rang out almost