Su Xi spread his arms wide. The myriad boos of the Staples Center were like a gentle breeze blowing over a mountain, unable to disturb his state of mind in the slightest.
His gaze was calm, yet imperious.
He had everything on the court under control.
When he turned around, his eyes locked onto Carl Malone. A slight smile touched his lips as he mouthed a word.
Carl Malone had already guessed what he was going to say, even silently sounding out the foreign syllables in his mind.
Su Xi was still mouthing the same thing. It was like a single word, yet it felt like a judgment.
From the moment the first whistle blew, that had been Su Xi's evaluation of him. No matter what happened, he never changed his judgment of Carl Malone.
Carl Malone was furious. 'What the hell does that even mean?'
Su Xi walked toward Kobe Bryant, his steps firm and steady. Just as Kobe had hounded him in the first half, he would now hound Kobe in return.
