Super Five-by-Five! Sorry, I Really Don't Care About the MVP! (Part 2)

"Are you sure, dear Mr. Kenny?" Charles Barkley's eyes immediately lit up when he heard his partner's words.

"Of course I'm sure! But we have to make a deal first... Sir Charles, if Zhou doesn't get a quintuple-double, you'll have to kiss a donkey's ass." Kenny Smith spoke with absolute confidence.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

The two quickly agreed, each afraid the other might regret it.

Although Kenny Smith had developed a massive psychological shadow around these kinds of bets after Zhou Ze had kissed all sorts of "creatures"...

This was a quintuple-double...

Points, rebounds, assists, blocks, and steals all had to reach double digits.

Even someone as powerful as Zhou Ze could easily manage three of them. With a little luck—uh... if the opponent was stubborn enough—he could get four.

But all five at once? How was that possible?

The timeout ended.

The game resumed.

In the TNT broadcast booth, Kenny Smith wore a smug, radiant grin, with a hint of suppressed snickering. Ever since Zhou Ze had entered the league, he had never beaten Barkley in a bet. But this time, there was no way he could lose.

A historic, unprecedented quintuple-double was impossible, and no one would achieve one in the future either.

But before long, Kenny Smith exploded with profanity in the broadcast booth.

"WTF!"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Did Rodney Stuckey get kicked in the head by a donkey? That pass was so obvious, and he still threw it. Even Barkley could pass better with his feet than that!!!"

The Deposed Crown Prince's pass to Jason Maxiell completely ignored Zhou Ze, who was waiting right in the passing lane.

The passing intent was so obvious that Zhou Ze could have intercepted it not just with his hands, but with his feet.

Three steals!

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