章節 440: 439 Second Home Field

Abrupt stop, sharp turn, dodging screens, slipping free, tearing open a slice of space, without pausing, he stepped back half a step, feet together, standing beyond the three-point line, he leaped up, shot launched—

Whoosh.

The basketball, tracing a light and graceful arc, aimed at the white net, once again drawing all eyes in Madison Square Garden to the nimble—and agile—Curry, amidst the crisp sound of the net, the commotion and noise of the venue transformed into frustrated sighs.

Three points, once again in hand.

Then.

Curry turned, his gaze landing on the courtside... Li Wei, breaking into a wide smile, he jogged past with ease, stretching out his right hand, his palm tall and straight like a bamboo shooting towards Li Wei—

Could it be... Curry was preparing to attack Li Wei?

Slap!