Champion Rules

Chapter 70066: Otherwise, get out (Please read!)
Judging from personal statistics alone, Jermaine O'Neal undoubtedly had the best performance of the night.

如果把林奇比作爆砍52分10篮板8助攻5抢断的斯蒂芬.库里，那小奥尼尔就是爆砍61分三双的尼古拉.约基奇。

But the one who ultimately killed the game was Russell Westbrook, who missed a layup in the final moments.

Ron Artest plays the role of Westbrook. Like Westbrook, he often drives the game with pure sports instinct.

This makes their games always full of passion and enthusiasm, but it also makes it easier to touch the fans' blood pressure.

Defeating the Pacers has made New York fans more confident about the Knicks this season.

Even though the opponent lacks legendary shooter Reggie Miller, it is still enough to show the competitive level of the New York Legion this season.
Stephen A. Smith thinks so too.

“27岁的斯蒂芬.马布里、24岁的贾马尔.克劳福德、19岁的特雷沃.阿里扎、18岁的林奇，11年和10年职业生涯的格兰特.希尔以及科特.托马斯，这支年轻有活力的球队真是未来可期。”

Thomas and Hill:.
New Yorkers loved the team so much that even after the Knicks lost to the Detroit Pistons in the next game, New York fans didn't panic.

In the game against the Pistons, Trevor Ariza continued to demonstrate his unique value on the defensive end.

His slender figure is very suitable for defending off-ball shooters like Richard Hamilton. He blocked all of Hamilton's opportunities like a shadow, forcing the masked man to only score 15 points with 6 of 18 shots.

However, Ariza's weak offense made it difficult for the Knicks to score.

The commentators on the scene jokingly said: "This is a fair game. Both sides are 4 vs. 4 on the offensive end."

Trevor Ariza's insignificant presence on the offensive end allowed the Pistons to boldly double-team Lynch.

The most terrifying double Wallace combination in the dark defensive era was enough for Lynch to bear, and the occasional harassment from the Pistons' outside line made Lynch even more uncomfortable.

Because of Ariza's weak offense, the Pistons can always free up one person to rotate and fill in the position on the outside, whether they let go of Grant Hill or Marbury, and always maintain a local numerical advantage.

In short, just leave Ariza open without worry.

In the transition period, Jamal Crawford also lacked support.

He can score for the Knicks in a chaotic game, but facing a team like the Pistons with excellent defensive discipline, Jamal Crawford's one-point offense can be easily restricted and his one-on-one efficiency drops significantly.

And in the transition period, because the Knicks' bench was basically full of rough guys or people like Penny who had no jump shot threat, Crawford didn't know who to pass the ball to.

In addition, the Pistons have a defensive expert like Tayshaun Prince on the bench, so the Knicks can't gain any advantage in the transition period.

It was an ugly, low-percentage game, with Lynch limited to 45% and Carmelo Anthony just over 40%.

But the Pistons still relied on stronger defense and eventually won 87-82.

When the final whistle blew, Carmelo Anthony was surrounded by the Pistons players in the center of the court.

The second pick who spent the regular season last season on the bench has now become the future leader in the eyes of the Pistons players.

Everyone loved him, and he successfully stole Lynch's star spotlight at Madison Square Garden.

He created a legend of winning the championship in his first year in both the NCAA and the NBA. He is currently the biggest winner in this terrifying pool of talent in the Eastern Conference. He is building his own empire in the star-studded talent frenzy in the Eastern Conference.

His playing style after being coached by Larry Brown was loved by all media, and his outstanding performance made his gangster background rarely mentioned.

It seems that this team may dominate this territory for a long time. After all, their new core is still very young.

It seems that all other top young talents in the Eastern Conference will be overshadowed by Carmelo Anthony for a long time in their careers.

Lynch on the sidelines clenched the towel tightly, he didn't want to be covered for too long.

He certainly knows that winning an NBA championship is a long and difficult process. Talent alone is not enough. Those who win championships have defeated every opponent who is also a genius.

Wasn't Shaquille O'Neal a genius? He didn't win a championship until he was with the Lakers.

Isn't the Admiral a genius? He waited until Tim Duncan to finally win the championship.

But as a young man, Lynch also ignorantly believes that he is the best player in this talent pool.

The best players should win the championship early on, as the championship is the medal of the king.

You don’t even have a championship, how can you have the nerve to brag about being the best?

Lynch's thoughts were interrupted by Carmelo Anthony's outstretched hand. Melo shook hands and hugged Lynch with a proud smile of a winner.

"What a tough game, Lynch, you're really great. It's much harder to beat you than to beat LeBron. I think you're probably the best player in our group besides me."

How to offend Lynch and LeBron at the same time with one sentence? Anthony did it.

The words "except me" were like a hot iron burning Lynch's eardrums.

But Melo has the capital to look down on everything. In this history, his basketball career is too legendary.

Lynch smiled at him, unconsciously increasing the strength of his palm, saying, "Congratulations, Melo, for a beautiful victory. But it's too early to say who is the best."

"It doesn't matter," shrugged. "I can always let you know who's the best."

After saying that, Melo turned and left, facing the media's cameras.

Lynch clenched his fists. He was determined that the weight that was now tilting towards Anthony would eventually be reversed by his own hands at some point in the future.

Moreover, this moment won't last long.

Of course, it is never easy to beat such a strong Pistons team.

The team still needs to strengthen, and even if it cannot be strengthened before the trade deadline this season, it should prepare for strengthening during the offseason.

The Knicks' salary structure this season is still bad. The team has four players with annual salaries of tens of millions (Marbury, Penny, Hill, and Houston), but does not have top-level combat power to match their salaries.

Considering that the league will add an "amnesty clause" next summer, the Knicks still have a chance to change the status quo.

Since he can use the amnesty clause to get Alan Houston, if Isiah Thomas wants the team to improve, he should start dealing with Penny's big contract now, and then find a way to help the team get a No. 2 player who can enter the rotation.

But the Smiling Assassin hasn't made any moves so far. He inexplicably created a trade rumor when the team shouldn't have.

When it was his turn to take action, he fell silent like a machine that had lost power.

Thinking of this, Lynch was very angry.

He turned and walked towards the tunnel, forcing himself to look away from the celebrating Pistons, his sneakers squeaking anxiously on the floor.

Although he lost the game, Lynch kept suppressing his emotions.

Spike Lee greeted him and he smiled and nodded.

Fans on the sidelines asked him for autographs and took photos with him, and he stopped patiently.

Until a pair of large, white, round buds appeared before his eyes, all of Lynch's restraint became useless.

The anger he had been suppressing suddenly intensified.

Megan Fox, wrapped in the scent of perfume, tilted her head upwards, her 18-year-old figure accentuated by her tight T-shirt. Her long eyelashes fluttered under the overhead light, and her honey-like voice cut through the din, "They say the future MVP's autograph brings good luck."

Lynch took the pen and signed the jersey Megan Fox handed him: "Filming in New York?"

"Wait, you know me?" The girl was a little surprised. She started her modeling career at the age of 14 and officially entered the entertainment industry at the age of 17, but the roles she received were all unknown small roles.

She never expected the big stars in New York to know her name.

Amidst the crisp click of the pen cap, Lynch handed back the signed jersey: "This is MSG. I'm the host here. Of course I know who the guests are, especially some."

The final note lingered in a perfectly defined blank space. Lynch suddenly leaned in, and Megan felt his wrist being gripped by burning knuckles. Megan Fox's heartbeat quickened. The collision of hormones between young people sometimes only takes a moment to create sparks.

But she soon discovered that Lynch had simply taken the marker from her hand and signed the date on the jersey.

"OK, enjoy your evening, Megan."

"Wait!" Megan Fox called out to Lynch, her fingertips brushing across the blue veins on his wrist. She picked up a pen with her ambiguous rose-colored nails and wrote a string of numbers on Lynch's palm.

"I've been in New York a lot lately, if you will."

"I have a party tonight, and the party pool has a constant temperature system." Lynch did not refuse like he did the last time he met Jessica Alba. The anger of defeat boiled in his veins and turned into another kind of desire.

He is really angry now.
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The next day, Lynch came to Isiah Thomas' office after training.

The cleaning lady was cleaning his office. Isaiah Thomas looked at Lynch who walked in, his face revealing disappointment without any concealment.

The cleaning lady hurriedly put away the vacuum cleaner and left the room. The muffled sound of the wooden door closing was like a prelude to something ominous.

"What's the matter?" the smiling assassin asked stiffly.

After the last incident, the two no longer needed superficial decency to conceal their relationship.

"I just want to ask you, how is our search for a No. 2 player going? And how do you plan to free up our salary cap space? We can't rely on the draft every summer to strengthen our team." Lynch got straight to the point.

"Why don't you tell me about this?" Isiah Thomas pointed to the cover of a tabloid, which showed a candid photo of Megan Fox getting into the passenger seat of a Lamborghini spread out between the two of them.

"Bringing the little star to party after losing, is this how you bring honor to MSG? What will the media and fans say about you?" The assassin tried to take the initiative with this matter.

Lynch did not deny that he did take Megan Fox out last night.

It was a great night.

She mixed drinks for him and drank on his lap. Under her skirt was a silky dress. His hands became more and more dishonest, slowly moving to her hot big buttocks. Everything that followed was wonderful.

This is not true love, but the girl is so beautiful and so sincere, you can't find any fault with her.

"So what? As far as I know, no mainstream media has criticized me. When did David Stern forbid players from having girlfriends? Don't change the subject. I asked you first." Lynch did not give in.

The assassin's little trick to take the initiative failed.

"You think this is easy? You think Anfernee Hardaway's 14 million dollar contract is a Christmas present? Every general manager is begging to take him over? Our cap sheet is a mess. How am I supposed to get other teams to agree to take over a guy like Anfernee Hardaway who can't play but makes 14 million dollars a year? How am I supposed to bring you a qualified No. 2 position on a team that can't trade here or there?"

"Are you asking me? Then I might as well let my own person be the general manager."

"Oh, your people? Who else do you have besides that European agent with a stupid accent? I'll handle it all. Leave me alone and don't interfere with my work!"

"I'm not interfering with your work. I'm just reminding you that there's no time left. You'd better do your job well."

"What else?" The smiling assassin slammed the table. The veins on his forehead were like twisted earthworms when he roared. He couldn't stand this kid challenging him again and again.

But Lynch was not frightened by his outburst. The muscles in his arms that supported the table were tense, and a shadow fell on Thomas's flushed face.

"Otherwise? Otherwise, get out! You can try!"

Yes, this is Lynch's intended ending for The Smiling Assassin.

Outside the window, the roar of a bus starting up was heard, and the neon signs of New York lit up one after another in the twilight.

When Lynch slammed the door and left, the smiling assassin's roar penetrated the soundproof glass: "You think you can threaten me?"

At the end of the corridor, Lynch took out his vibrating cell phone. It was a message from Megan Fox, saying that she wanted to stay at Lynch's house for a few more days.

He put his phone back in his pocket, not paying much attention to the text message.

The beauty and charm of a woman's body are wonderful, but they are of no importance in worldly affairs.

He will continue to build his prestige.

Until he has the right to have someone capable to help him handle things outside the court.

(Thanks to Lin Di, Da Bing Fang Pao, Confirming the Goods Have Been Signed for, What Should I Do, etc. for the rewards, thank you very much!)
(End of this chapter)