Chapter 1831: Killing

"That's nothing to talk about."

Warriors leader Alihan shrugged his shoulders with his hands spread out, and his expression seemed to be doing his best.

"You didn't even want to have a good conversation." Morey snorted coldly, "There is no way out, we will definitely survive."

"Manager Mo, I admire your confidence very much, but blind confidence can easily lead to greater disappointment."

"Even if our victory ends in this round, so what? Because we have done our best, even if we lose, we are still honored, but you are not victorious."

"As long as you win, the process doesn't matter. Besides, our Warriors did nothing. The game is normal and there is nothing wrong with you. You can't find any problems."

The conversation between the two reached Ye Fan's ears.

Ye Fan said to Alihan: "If you are not blind, you must know that many Rockets players have been seriously injured."

Alihan couldn't help but curl his lips: "So what, it's not what we did."

"If you don't want your team to lose badly, then adjust the schedule."

"Threatening me?"

The other party shook his head and smiled without judgingly, "Young man, you are a little tender, I don't care about your style."

"It's okay, I'm just telling you that your team will lose in a perfect way next, and more than one game."

Ye Fan had a serious and firm face, "As long as I am still in the Rockets, I will be beaten once and once, I will not be ruthless."

"Hahaha, don't think that after playing a few good games, you don't know that the sky is so high that the earth is thick. Do you think I'm really worried?"

Alihan sneered, "You know, looking at the entire NBA league, few people dare to pretend to compete in front of the Warriors. Our team is full of stars, Curry, Thompson, Durant, etc., all of them are scoring experts and scoring machines."

"Yes, it's amazing."

Ye Fan smiled. It was a joke that he dared to claim to be a scoring machine in front of him.

Although it is said that two fists cannot beat four palms, this phenomenon does not exist in front of Ye Fan. He can stab many so-called "heroes" to death with one stick.

There are many stars, right? But it is enough for me to fight you alone. Even if you only have your hands to cover the sky, you still can't stop my goal.

Ye Fan is not an exaggeration. He has proved it repeatedly in the past few games.

Moreover, those games will become classic events in NBA history, and even after many years, they will still be talked about. Just like the thirty-five seconds and thirteen minutes of star McGrady, it has become an eternal memory and a memory of several generations.

"Ye Fan, I just saw that the Rocket Bear that launched the attack was heading straight for you. Most of the target of the terrorist attacker is you. I advise you to go out and hide and avoid the limelight. There is no need to play again. If there is a new round of terrorist attacks, then your life is worrying."

Alihan's expression seemed to be worried about Ye Fan, but in fact, he hoped that through persuasion, Ye Fan could retreat.

As long as Ye Fan does not appear, it can be said that the Warriors will win.

"Dogs use rats to pretend to be merciful." Ye Fan said coldly, "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking, save your thoughts. Even if there is a bomb in the sky now, I will continue the game, because I said that your team will lose a very bad future."

"Is that true? Let's go and see."

Alihan couldn't get any advantage from Ye Fan in words, so he turned around and left in disappointment.

Since the negotiations between the two sides failed, the game had to be resumed.

The audience did not leave, but there were a large number of security personnel and riot policemen in the stadium, and even police dogs were dispatched. Such a large formation was very rare in this stadium.

Morey and D'Antoni gathered the Rockets players together for pre-match mobilization.

Among the players, except Ye Fan, the rest are substitutes among the benches. They usually play soy sauce, watch water dispensers, and hand over towels. Now there is a shortage of staff, so they can only make up the numbers.

"Everyone can see the current situation very clearly. If you don't compete for steamed buns and breathe, the other party's attitude is very arrogant. We must do our best no matter what."

Morey said earnestly, and he frowned, and could tell that there was a lot of pressure.

Several players nodded silently, as if they were observing silence, not knowing what to say.

After all, they also know how much they are and how many brushes they have.

"Ye Fan, do you have confidence?"

Morey then turned his gaze to Ye Fan. To be honest, the person he felt most at ease was the other party.

Because in terms of strength, Ye Fan is already an All-Star player, even better than Harden, the team's star.

In terms of data, who is competing with the Swordsman!

"Don't worry, Manager Mo, you can prepare tonight's celebration banquet in advance."

Ye Fan's words are equivalent to giving the other party a reassurance.

"Well, I'll feel much more at ease with you. The rest of the people will listen to it. When you arrive on the court later, Ye Fan is the commander. You listen to everything and pass more. Only in this way can you win the game."

A few minutes later, Ye Fan led several teammates to appear on the court, and their expressions were very serious.

First, because of the severe situation, this battle is crucial and there is no way out. If you win, there is still hope of advancement. If you lose, there will be no chance.

The second is that it originated from the previous explosion, and they were concerned about the injured teammates.

"No matter who the instructor behind the scenes is, I promise to investigate and send the other party to the hands of the god of death."

Ye Fan said in his heart that he had already become murderous.

At the beginning of the game, Ye Fan started the killing mode.

Kill, kill, kill!

His figure is like a ghost;

His speed was like lightning;

His shooting is elegant and graceful;

His dunk was earth-shaking!

His score was shocking!

Ye Fan was like Zhao Zilong, the ever-winning general among thousands of troops. He was red in one's own way and was unstoppable. He killed gods and Buddhas. His breakthrough was like an extremely sharp sword, tearing open the defense of the iron barrel formation again and again, and his shooting was extremely accurate and shot without any flaws.

Goals, goals, or goals!

Not only that, Ye Fan's defense also turned on the serious mode. As long as he stands in front of you, you will have no goal if you want to break through.

If you are not stealing, you will be blocked. In short, you will not be able to score a goal. No matter how skilled and superb your basketball skills are, when you arrive at Ye Fan, you will feel like a primary school student possessed and transform into a rookie among basketball rookies.

This is a special battlefield, and Ye Fan is an extremely brave warrior, and no one can do anything to him.

He is the only person who can control the overall situation and determine his destiny.
Chapter completed!