章 52: How could they know?

The visiting team's player introductions ended, and it was the home team Grizzlies' players' turn to take the court.

There was Marc Gasol, with a full beard and a broad, bear-like frame.

Mike Conley, with a stern face and piercing eyes.

Tony Allen, all sinewy muscle and an aggressive expression.

Sam Young with his gangster-boss look, his eyelids adorned with pronounced tattoos.

Zach Randolph, with a simple and naive appearance but a hint of mischief.

Zhang Yang watched the five starters emerge onto the court and thought of a Tianjin phrase—these guys don't look like the good sort!

Just by appearance, the nickname 'Memphis Mob Team' wasn't given for nothing.

Even the presence of Shawn Battier on the Grizzlies' bench, who could pass for a president, couldn't elevate the team's overall demeanor.

After the entrance ceremony, Duncan, in a rare move, pulled his teammates aside to discuss the details of their defensive coordination with McDyess, Parker, and Richard Jefferson.