"Ira, move aside. I'll guard Artest, and you, LeBron, I've already guarded the point guard for a few rounds now, you should have a pretty clear idea of how to defend, so he's all yours!"
Su Wan watched the Pacers begin their play and started directing his teammates on where to stand defensively.
Newell, feeling greatly relieved, quickly vacated his spot.
He had never found Su Wan so agreeable before.
He moved to the other side, glanced at LeBron James, and said cautiously, "Uncle told me to guard this guy, LeBron."
Scram!
LeBron didn't say a word, but his expression said it all.
Newell had no choice but to switch to guarding Tinsley.
But he was satisfied with the outcome.
As long as he didn't have to guard Artest.
But…
The "Chosen One" indeed! The Cavalier's primary leader, huh! Why don't you dare guard Ron Artest for me?
Always picking on the weakest.
Pah!
Newell was inwardly furious.
At this moment, he truly despised LeBron.