"He said Dennis actually listens well, but the precondition is, you have to be able to convince him, control him."
At that moment, the restaurant door was pushed open.
A person with dyed green hair, wearing a nose ring, sunglasses, an LV bag slung over their forearm, and dressed in a women's camisole walked into the restaurant.
This avant-garde cross-dresser was none other than Dennis Rodman, the disruptor avoided by the entire league. He saw Jordan and Phil Jackson and walked toward them.
"God..." Phil Jackson covered his head as he saw Rodman's attire.
Jordan didn't say anything. He just stared into Rodman's wicked eyes.
The Worm casually sat down and then waved for the waiter, "A black pepper beef pasta.
Jordan and the Zen Master didn't blame him for being late, but went straight to the point, "Dennis, we need you to win games."
Rodman also got right to the point:
"Fine, I've had enough of that wuss, David Robinson, and the deceitful, spy-like Gregg Popovich.