The Jazz's Dying Struggle and Jordan's Grueling Battle

In Game 1, the Bulls lost to the Magic in a way no one had expected.

At that moment, Bulls fans wailed in despair. This Magic roster looked somewhat like a fusion of the Bad Boys and the Penny Hardaway-Shaquille O'Neal combination!

And these were the only two teams the Bulls had ever lost to since successfully building their dynasty.

"Fuck! How could they lose?" Wrinkles folded across Jerry Krause's pudgy face.

He wanted to drive out the Zen Master and even claim a share of Jordan and Pippen's glory for himself and the team. But that did not mean he was willing to see the Bulls lose.

Only a victorious Bulls team, a Bulls team that won six championships, was the Bulls team Krause had always dreamed of!

If they failed to win the title this year, Krause did not dare imagine where Bulls fans would direct their fury.

It certainly would not be at the Zen Master, who had already left, nor would it be at Jordan and Pippen, who had built countless achievements for the Bulls.

That left only one person—Krause himself!

A chill suddenly ran down Krause's spine. He had built this invincible Bulls team with his own hands, accompanied Jordan and Pippen to the summit, created one legend after another, and claimed one championship after another.

Deep down, he had firmly believed this team was invincible!

He had never imagined there would come a day when the Bulls would lose.

The current public sentiment was that, never mind winning the championship, the Bulls might not even make the Finals!

They had lost Game 1, throwing away home-court advantage entirely.

And the Magic were so powerful! Penny Hardaway was one of the few stars in the league who could perform normally, or even exceed expectations, under