The Detroit people above were completely unaware of the problem, as Su Wan stepped up to the free throw line, they kept shouting at Su Wan:
"Terrible, you bitch!"
"You definitely won’t make it, rookie!"
"Idiot, you can only rely on free throws!"
...
"Swish!"
The crisp sound of the net was like the strongest retaliation, and the scene immediately went silent.
But Su Wan wasn’t satisfied, he cursed out loud:
"This one’s for you, you sons of bitches."
The referee planned to give Su Wan a "T," but Su Wan wasn’t yelling toward the audience, so even though everyone knew he was cursing at the Detroit fans, it was still...
The three-pointer was successful, and the 12-point gap quickly shrunk to 9.
When the Pistons fought back, Hamilton was in such good form, their first instinct was to find the "Masked Man."
Hamilton was full of confidence believing that with his performance tonight, he could lead the team to victory, changing the major score to 2-3.
With a series of fake moves, just a gap in position, Hamilton received the ball and managed to shoot before Reggie Miller reached him.
But as soon as the ball left his hands, a figure flew from the side, and with a slap, sent the ball flying.
This scene was incredibly shocking, making people want to cheer.
But an even more shocking scene occurred shortly after.
Su Wan landed, almost without staggering, adjusted his stance, and chased after the ball, with Billups also speeding towards it, but Su Wan got there first and grabbed the ball.
"Pat pat!"
With two quick taps, Su Wan controlled the ball steadily while moving rapidly, and distanced himself from Billups, charging straight towards the unguarded Pistons’ inside.
The whole process displayed his coordination exceptionally well, leaving spectators in awe.
"Pat!"
Prince hurried over, trying to use his long arms to interfere, but Su Wan was unapologetic, flying into the air and slamming the ball into the basket, the level of aggression akin to something out of a "street basketball" video game.
The replay clearly showed Prince backing off at the last moment, involuntarily dodging away.
"This one’s for you bastards, too!"
Su Wan cursed again, still not directed at the audience.
Reggie Miller, hearing him make a basket and curse, suddenly felt a familiar sensation flooding his heart.
"Don’t blame him, everyone knows what he has been through," Bill Walton said, "but—it’s time for a timeout."
As if hearing his words, the Pistons’ assistant coach immediately called for a timeout.
"Great shot!"
A furious shout leaked from a hospital room in Detroit.
Larry Brown had never liked Su Wan so much.
Yes, just like that, take them down one by one, throw them into chaos. Just four minutes left, only a 7-point difference, there’s still time!
"Su, here’s some Gatorade!"
Rick Carlisle, while urging the closest substitute bench to make room quickly, took a Gatorade from the staff and passed it to Su Wan.
Apart from not acting like a head coach, everything was OK.
But he genuinely didn’t know what else to do.
Su Wan moistened his lips with Gatorade, listening to Carlisle earnestly asking, "What do we need to do for you on the court?"
Even O’Neal didn’t object.
He knew that right now it was Su Wan who was carrying the team forward.
"There’s nothing to do, just clap!"
Su Wan was still "talking trash."
The atmosphere in the Pacers team was noticeably less tense than before.
Carlisle couldn’t help but remark:
He really is... a comforting player to have!
Being a coach to such a player is truly a lucky thing.
Any coach would have to admit that.
The game resumed, Billups handled the ball facing Su Wan. This time, he didn’t pay much attention to his teammates’ movements but instead focused on observing Su Wan’s defensive reactions.
Before the game, he declared that he would step up when it mattered, to save the team.
He just had to do it.
But he forgot one thing, as a ball handler, he shouldn’t have shown his offensive intentions.
Especially against someone as perilous as Su Wan.
Billups’ dribbling rhythm had his own unique characteristics, always managing to execute a breakthrough during the ball-handling process and reach the mid-range area he aimed for, then...
He would solve everything with his favorite "jump shot."
Su Wan wasn’t very good at "jump shots"; he felt it was more of an individual rhythm choice, so he always disrupted Billups’ dribbling rhythm.
But he failed...
However, as Billups attempted the "emergency stop shooting," he suddenly realized, he didn’t need to bother, just waiting for Billups to jump was enough. With his body control and reaction speed, it was easy to reach out and overshadow Billups.
Mr. Key also noticed this and reached his desired position, ready to shoot, only to find Su Wan’s hand constantly interfering in front of him.
In mid-air, he could only pass the ball toward the inside.
Ben Wallace caught the ball completely confused.
In such a critical moment, was it really up to me to finish?
Could I really do it?
"Slap!"
Su Wan’s hand told him, no you can’t!
Barkley jumped up again.
Because Su Wan had just leaped up to interfere with Billups’ shot, and in the instant he passed, Su Wan quickly moved to defend inside, then as Ben Wallace jumped up, Su Wan slapped the ball away.