Champion Rules

Chapter 16: Who is Lucifer? (Please read!)
Mark Cornstein's face was ashen. He was not as sad as he was now when he lost his father.

Mark is a professional basketball agent with a mediocre resume. Although he has several clients in the NBA, they are all unknown small characters.

Philadelphia center Samuel Dalembert is already the most famous of his clients.

Since he could not have predicted that he would be able to sign with super center Wang Zhelin in the future, who could be traded for Marc Gasol, Darko Milicic is the key to changing his life in Mark Kornstein's view.

He single-handedly discovered and promoted Milicic to North America, and he's eager for this Serbian genius to help him turn things around.

Until today, the plan was successful.

With just three months until the NBA draft, Milicic's stock was perfect. His dominant performance from Serbia had secured him a spot in the top three of prospect lists, and the glowing reviews from American scouting reports sparked debate over who was more deserving of the draft, Darko or LeBron James.

In the words of Jazz scout Dal Shin: "Compared to LeBron, Darko is more complete and can play more positions on the court. He can play center, power forward, and small forward. Who knows what LeBron can do as a playmaker or shooting guard? And Darko doesn't have the same pressure as LeBron. If we had the first pick, we would choose Darko over LeBron."

As long as Milicic becomes a top-three draft pick as expected, Mark Kornstein will be able to completely shed the label of "mediocre agent."

After all, in the NBA ecosystem, the siphon effect of a top-three draft pick is enough to reshape the agent's industry status.

But this game caused cracks in the dream picture carefully woven by Mark Cornstein.

Lynch simply devoured Darko Milicic tonight, it was a complete disaster.

At this moment, Darko Milicic's eardrums were filled with his own heavy breathing.

His chest heaved violently, as if he had just undergone the most intense physical training in the world.

The genius himself knew very well that he was experiencing the most shitty game of his life.

He messed up and he completely became a stepping stone for that number 10.

All his technical demonstrations became ridiculous self-humiliation that overestimated his own abilities.

FMP fans were cheering, and the commentator pounded the table hard, ignoring the coffee that spilled, and evaluated Lynch's performance with a famous quote from Moses Malone.

"There's not a single minute that Lynch doesn't play well on the court, and look at his rebounding stats. No one has ever grabbed so many rebounds over Darko! His shooting may not be smooth, but the rebounds are always there!"

At this time, the camera turned to Lynch, who was roaring and high-fiving his teammates on the bench, and then hugged a woman in a floral dress.

"You are the most beautiful tonight!"

Wu Lan was very proud, she had never been so proud before.

The camera cuts back to Darko, who is slumped on the bench, his platinum hair making him look like a golden retriever with droopy ears.

This stark contrast also prompted the on-site commentator to comment on Darko: "It seems like he has a 183cm soul in his 213cm body. Look at him, he plays like a guard, always shooting but always missing. He's not as tough as Lynch at all!"

Misko Raznatovic, who was watching TV at home, was thinking that he must reach an agreement with Lynch as soon as possible.

Because after this game, Lynch will only become more popular.

Moreover, Lynch is also a chance for Misko Raznatovic to change his life.

Misko also believes that if it weren't for the damn age limit, Lynch would have entered the lottery this year.

But rules are rules. Lynch can't possibly make a statement as stupid as LeBron James and threaten to sue the NBA, right?
If Lynch has to play in Europe for a while longer, how can he make that time worthwhile?

There is only one answer, to make Lynch a top draft pick!

You know, the No. 1 pick is completely different from the other picks.

That means more than just a bigger salary; it also means increased media exposure for Lynch, bigger endorsement deals, and the most famous butt in the entertainment industry.

Of course, the team's training resources will also be tilted towards Lynch without reservation.

Misko is confident, both in his own ability to operate and in Lynch's ability.

And the foundation of all this bright future must be built on him reaching an agreement with Lynch as soon as possible.

Misco's reputation in Europe has reached its peak, but he is not yet among the top agents in North America.

Once he can produce a top pick, everything will be different.

Everyone was already thinking about the future of Lynch and Darko Milicic, only Vrsac youth team coach Miroslav Nikolic was still thinking about the game itself.

He tried to calm down Dako, who had lost the ability to think.

"Dark, Dark, look me in the eyes! Come back, I want you to come back, get your mind back! Focus!
We still have a chance. You are still the best young player in Serbia. We still have a chance to beat that No. 10.

But first, you gotta stay fucking calm and do the right thing on the court!"

It was obvious that Darko Milicic didn't hear a word, his head was filled with rumbling blood.

He hated No. 10 and just wanted to get on the court and fight him to the death.

If basketball doesn't work, try something else!

In short, no one can humiliate him on this field!

The timeout ends and the game begins.

Darko Milicic walked onto the court, completely unaware of what the coach had just said. He was completely controlled by his emotions.

So in the first round, Milicic knocked Lynch down.

As Lynch jumped for the offensive rebound, a hand with throbbing veins grabbed his shoulder, causing him to lose balance and land on his back.

"Go back to that crappy restaurant and flip your wok!" Darko Milicic yelled, his platinum hair dancing wildly with saliva.

This insult was like lighting a powder keg in the Balkans. Luka Modric, who was usually as gentle as a cello, turned into an angry hound and pushed Darko so hard that he stumbled and hit the technical table.

"What are you doing, you bastard!?"

Nemanja Jokic, a loyal mixed martial arts enthusiast, naturally wouldn't miss this kind of scene. He walked over and grabbed Luka Modric's wrist: "Get your dirty hands off Darko!"

"Get out!" Teodosic also joined the battle. He didn't say much, but pushed Milicic and Nemanja away.

Unexpectedly, the enraged Darko Milicic grabbed Theo by the collar and threw him out fiercely: "You dummy, if you dare to push me again, I'll push you!"

The scene fell into chaos, with players from both teams rushing in from all directions.

Lynch also immediately got up and grabbed Darko Milicic's neck like crazy.

Lynch's anger was understandable, as Milicic threatened Lynch's best friend after committing a flagrant foul. However, the referee intervened quickly and prevented the conflict from escalating.

After being separated, Darko Milicic, who had the upper hand in this conflict, glared at Lynch and Theo and shouted, "Remember Nemanja's advice, you two cowards, don't mess with Lucifer!"

In the stands, Mark Cornstein was almost going crazy.

What the hell is that idiot Darko doing? Is he in such a hurry to put the lid on his NBA draft?

Nemanja Jokic and Darko's actions just now did not help the game at all, but they did not feel it was wrong because they finally vented their anger.

In this regard, they have never been afraid of anyone, as their favorite thing to do in their spare time is to practice mixed martial arts.

As we all know, after retiring, Darko Milicic participated in professional fighting competitions and his achievements surpassed those of Michael Jordan, who played baseball.

So where did Darko get his inspiration? Nemanja Jokic.

After Nemanja Jokic went to Detroit to play college basketball for a while and realized he was still far from the professional level, he switched to mixed martial arts.

Now, although they are not professional fighters, their fighting skills are still better than most laymen due to practicing from time to time.

Darko Milicic's smug look made Lynch sick, and it was Boshko who helped Lynch stay calm.

"That bastard is about to die. He's just struggling to survive. Don't pay any attention to him!"

Lynch cursed inwardly, then looked at Theo: "Are you okay?"

"fine."

"Well, keep holding them down in the water and don't let them lift their heads to breathe!"

In the next few rounds, Darko Milicic's performance did not improve at all, but his movements became more and more rough, and every physical contact was full of malice.

Lynch and Theo were repeatedly knocked down by his little tricks. When the whistle sounded, he would always spread his hands with an exaggerated innocent expression; and when the referee was indifferent, he would grin at the fallen Lynch or Theo.

Although the score continued to lag behind, Darko Milicic always felt a twisted sense of pleasure when he saw his opponent fall to the ground in pain - at least at this moment, he was still the Lucifer who controlled the court.

If Darko committed too many fouls, Nemanja Jokic would come out and do the same thing, then laugh along with Milicic.

With 8 minutes left in the game, the Vrsac Youth Team was already trailing by 19 points.

Although he was about to win the game and defeated Dako, Lynch felt a little aggrieved.

Darko Milicic and Nemanja Jokic's smug expressions made it seem like they were the winners!
At this moment, Lynch did not feel any joy as a winner, because his opponent did not calm down, but became more and more proud.

When Lynch attacked the basket again and was knocked down by Milicic, shouts were heard from the sidelines.

"You little bastard! Even if you can't win, you can't keep committing fouls! Mr. Referee, why don't you send them off?"

Wu Lan pointed at Darko Milicic's nose and yelled, the sharp sound audible to the whole audience.

Theo was stunned looking at the trembling figure with anger. He had been to Lynch's restaurant many times, but this was the first time he saw this usually gentle oriental woman so angry.

And in Lynch's impression, this seemed to be the first time he saw this woman so angry.

The mother, who had dressed up carefully to watch her son's game, now had only anger on her face.

You can understand how this woman feels, her kid is having the greatest night of his basketball career, but this other kid is playing tricks on people completely outside of basketball.

Moreover, she really didn't want to see Lynch suffer from injuries again.

She no longer wanted to recall that pain.

The referee and Boshko walked over to Wu Lan to comfort her, and the game was interrupted.

Lynch originally wanted to walk to the sidelines to comfort her, but at this moment, the disgusting blond man was whispering in Lynch's ear.

"Your mother? She's so fucking ugly, and her skirt is so tacky. Didn't she look in the mirror before coming?" Milicic said with his already irritable sneer.

He seemed to be telling Lynch: "Even if you can win the game, you have to end this night with frustration and shame!"

"Boom!"

The whole audience heard a dull thud, and an enraged Lynch punched Darko Milicic in the middle of the nose.

Darko Milicic's words just now completely ignited Lynch's long-suppressed emotions. He knew that Wu Lan paid more attention to his appearance in order to watch this game, so he could no longer tolerate this idiot.

Dako's platinum head suddenly tilted back. He felt like a grenade exploded in his skull. His mouth was filled with blood and broken bones. His legs were light and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Darko Milicic didn't expect Lynch to dare to punch him, and he was completely unprepared for this attack.

The moment Dako fell to the ground, players from both teams turned the game into a rugby game.

The players of Vrsac wanted to tackle the running Lynch, but the players of FMP used collisions to prevent them from getting close to Lynch, the "four-pointer".

They were creating time for Lynch's "execution moment."

Lynch seized the opportunity and rode on Darko Milicic, swinging his fists wildly.

"This is for Theo!" The first punch knocked the mouthguard away.

"This is for me!" The second punch crushed the arrogance, and blood splattered on Lynch's rolling Adam's apple. The damn bastard could no longer be proud.

"This is for my mother! Watch your mouth!" The third punch was aimed at the blue eyes that once looked down on everything arrogantly. When the fist fell, scarlet cracks appeared at the corners of Dako's eyes.

"You bastard, damn it, bastard!" The punches continued with no sign of stopping.

He swung his fists like a machine, and each blow made Milicic's head hit the wooden floor with a dull thud.

Darko Milicic's carefully styled platinum hair was soaked with blood. The referee's whistle, the coach's scolding and the players' shouting became background noise.

Nemanja Jokic, who had just been full of pride, froze in place. The man he called "Lucifer" was now curled up in a pool of blood like a torn puppet.

Finally, Lynch was hugged by the referee and the opposing players.

Lynch was pulled away, and his eyes accidentally met with Nemanja Jokic, who was already frightened.

"Now—" He stretched out his blood-stained hand, pointed at the pale Nemanja Jokic, and then revealed a terrifying smile that he would never forget. "Who is Lucifer?"

(Okay, I can only say that the update time is before 12 o'clock and before 16 o'clock, because I want to launch a sneak attack hahahahaha)
(End of this chapter)