"Slim, tell your master Kobe and LeBron will end his reign!" Nicholson shouted, "His good days are over! And, FUCK YOU!!!"
Durant would not consider Yu Fei his master.
Due to his poor performance in the first half, his mood was terrible.
James spared no effort, using 100% of his power to completely shut down his offensive game.
He wanted to ask Fei for some advice on how to cope, but now that Nicholson had said that, he couldn't help but feel a bit more rebellious.
"Passing on your message is not my job."
Durant said, stone-faced.
If there hadn't been so many people around, he would have added, "FUCK YOU TOO".
"I can't tell, you're a skinny idiot who's been played by LeBron, but you've still got a temper!" Nicholson said, laughing before his face suddenly turned serious, "Aren't you all dogs and bastards, proud to be the emperor's servants? Frye is your master, what's wrong with that!??"
Durant didn't need to ask where this impression came from.