Chapter 427: Those Who Defy My Jack

Fan Xi used to read Jordan's autobiography and always wondered why someone of Jordan's lofty stature would waste effort dealing with those minor characters who provoked him, and even devote ink to them in his own biography.

Now, watching this guy JR Smith, who doesn't even count as an elite player, offend him like this, he understands.

A king's sword must not only slay the fierce tiger but also swat the fly.

JR Smith is that fly, buzzing incessantly by Fan Xi's ear, disgustingly.

Fan Xi steps to JR Smith's side, his defense already locked onto Smith.

Smith darts forward, trying to find a position.

But Fan Xi doesn't let him succeed; his defense is like an iron chain across a river, spanning before him.

At that moment, Raymond Felton uses his massive body to shove Deng Taiqiong aside, dashing boldly toward the free‑throw line, soon forming an offensive trident with Carmelo Anthony and Stade Myer.

Fan Xi instinctively sidesteps, moving to block Felton's advance.

Meanwhile, Felton quickly passes the basketball out, and Fan Xi immediately runs over.

He tries to steal the ball, but JR Smith shoves him aside and grabs the ball.

Then he jumps straight up, and Fan Xi blocks it.

Smith's backward lean is huge; Fan Xi's defense reaches its peak.

But the ball still flies out over Fan Xi's fingertips.

Fan Xi fails to envelop the shot.

Boom!

Swish!

This ultra‑difficult three‑pointer rims in.

In an instant, the entire Madison Garden Arena erupts like a bombed‑out nest; the crowd lifts their brows and exhales, immersed in overwhelming triumph. JR's three‑pointer fills them with boundless courage and pride.

They shout JR Smith's name in unison.

It gives Smith immense pride and vanity.

He spreads his arms, welcoming the fans' cheers.

At that moment, he feels like a superhero.

He is the guardian deity of Madison Garden.

"Can't deny, JR Smith's three‑pointer has the flair of Reggie Miller back then; Miller once had a shot like this. JR is a player who dares and can fight tough battles; he ignited New York's momentum. Jieke Fan's grandeur is swept away…"

ESPN commentators, in extreme excitement, announce that they will proclaim Fan Xi's destruction with their fervent voices.

JR Smith is elevated to a height that doesn't belong to him.

And JR Smith enjoys it.

He darts toward Fan Xi amid the cheers, seeking to press the advantage, moving from offensive victory to defensive triumph.

He wants to win the New York fans' favor from inside out.

Tonight, he will cut down Fan Xi's grandeur as his own stepping stone.

While he hesitates, brimming with confidence, Fan Xi receives Butler's inbound and pushes forward; JR Smith, amid the arena's boastful roar, chases, employing tight pressure, his defense aggressive, eager to make a direct steal before twenty‑thousand spectators.

But mere aggressiveness is useless.

Fan Xi merely gives a light swing near the midcourt, leaving his defense clueless; he then accelerates to the top of the three‑point arc, plants himself, and waits for JR Smith to come from behind.

Smith looks a bit flustered.

Yet the crowd still shouts loudly in his support.

It gives him tremendous encouragement.

He firmly believes… becoming the New York King starts this very second.

He feels light behind him, a sign of being chosen by fate.

He will conquer these fans, climbing step by step to the pinnacle.

Smith lifts his head, eyes full of ambition toward Fan Xi. "Jack, you should regret, you shouldn't have met tonight's me."

Fan Xi, with a teasing smile, asks Smith: "Do you think I'll break through on your right side or left side?"

"Fuck you, neither side works." Smith likes to show his ferocity with profanity.

"Then left it is. Fuck you."

After Fan Xi finishes speaking, his body ignites instantly, the surging power and speed like an engine with fierce torque; his right‑foot stride leaves Smith with no defense.

A single probing step breaks through Smith's outward bravado and inner timidity.

Too weak.

Fan Xi is disappointed.

He decides to have some fun.

Thus, after a step that clearly passed half a body length ahead of Smith, he halts abruptly, then changes direction… Fan Xi pushes power and technique to the limit.

JR Smith, amid this massive rhythmic sway, is like a seasick duck on a deck.

His center of gravity is being toyed with.

A reflex forces him to keep tilting toward his right side; his ankle battles his center of gravity, which diverges from his mind.

Yet, just as JR Smith the clumsy duck finally completes a lateral move, Fan Xi suddenly retreats and makes a ball‑catching motion.

The clumsy duck leaps upward again uncontrollably; his subconscious tells his tangled ankle to block.

He jumps up, but Fan Xi bends over… a classic bow.

Fan Xi changes direction calmly; JR Smith forcefully suppresses his upward‑shifting center, lands, his body rushes to chase Fan Xi, now caught in a drifting storm.

Fan Xi halts abruptly, then changes direction again.

JR Smith's foot slips; his right foot is already on the ground, his body tilting right.

Madison Garden Arena's previously uniform "Fuck…JayFan" suddenly halted, as if someone had jammed a brake pad down its throat.

But Fan Xi didn't halt his action in the flash of an instant; he had said that to assault from JR's left side he must do it from the left: when you go out you must uphold your reputation.

Fan Xi, while JR Smith knelt on his right foot and slid to the right, suddenly changed direction to the left.

At that moment, JR Smith's kneeling body could not be stopped… Boom!

JR Smith's left foot also knelt on the ground, and his legs spread wide violently.

Fan Xi stopped at his left side and struck in place.

The basketball traced a beautiful arc… Swish!

It fell into the net.

Fan Xi wildly raised his hands, and Madison Square Garden resonated with mournful music; sorrow and desolation were written on everyone's faces. Their earlier excitement turned into the same amount of gloom. The New York hero they had pinned high hopes on now knelt before Fan Xi, unable to stand… he was kneeling with his legs apart. Even God would not be so devout toward him.

Fan Xi's breakthrough shattered the pride in many people's hearts.

Fan Xi lowered his head and looked at the snarling JR Smith, who still could not get up.

His expression was fierce, putting on a ferocious look to mask his humiliation.

Fan Xi lightly said to him, "You almost defended me, keep it up."

"The game has started!"

Fan Xi dropped that line, leaving him with a dashing back view.

When Fan Xi turned and left, the Kuaisuan bench erupted in cheers. In front of the TV, there were cool sighs… Though the ESPN commentators were silent, not wanting to gild Fan Xi's great fake‑out, it didn't matter; they shut their mouths, and the fans could feel the shock of the ball even more.

This was the greatest fake‑out in history; Fan Xi treated the hardworking JR Smith like a detachable doll.

Besides kneeling on the ground to pray, JR Smith had no other way to block.

Fan Xi crossed half the court and saw the Knicks bench silent, many painfully covering their faces, unable to watch.

It was a kind of sorrow that wounds its own kind; for them, JR Smith was too tragic.

There has never been such a pitiful defender in history.

Being faked out to the ground and unable to get up, he could only watch the opponent walk away.

How tragic that is.

Madison Square Garden stayed silent for a long, long time.

Carmelo Anthony walked over and pulled JR up.

Phil Jackson considered whether to call a timeout, but ultimately did not; he thought it might cause greater harm to JR Smith. He turned his head to Xiang Bot and said, "Prepare to warm up; after two more possessions, substitute JR."

Xiang Bot hurriedly nodded.

Yet inside he felt an uncontrollable fear, whispering in dread, "I will never provoke Jieke Fan. I don't want my son or grandson to see my embarrassing scene on the internet."

"You're smart." Stephen Nash praised from the side. He said, "Jie Ke looks gentle, but actually he is the most intolerant star to be provoked on this planet. Trust me, you'd rather offend Kobe than Jie Ke. Kobe at most knocks fifty points off your head, while Jie Ke will make you unable to lift your head."

Xiang Bot deeply agreed.

Meanwhile, the game continued.

After being pulled up, JR Smith ran angrily toward Fan Xi, wanting to reclaim the court.

And Raymond Felton indeed passed the ball to him.

Fan Xi took a half‑step forward, staring intently at JR Smith.

JR Smith's physical condition was quite good; he was even a bit taller than Fan Xi.

He entered the league as a high‑school prodigy.

However, not every high‑school‑born scoring guard has fundamentals as solid as Kobe's; JR Smith's player‑ball synergy was only average for the league.

He dribbled and tried to get past Fan Xi, but Fan Xi kept his eyes on him.

Then, after a change of direction, he suddenly leapt, attempting a straight‑up jump shot… that was his style.

Yet the moment he released, Fan Xi lunged forward.

This time, Fan Xi gave him no chance to let the ball go.

Fan Xi's fingertips brushed the ball he had thrown; the ball fell before reaching its intended arc, and Fan Xi jumped again, retrieving it.

Madison Square Garden fell into a prolonged silence.

The JR Smith they had hoped for was beaten twice in a row; they no longer had hope for Smith, and many fans even wanted Phil Jackson to quickly bench this disgraceful guy.

This is the true face of New York fans.

They lack patience and have no humanity.

When a player performs well, he becomes their god; when he performs poorly, they scold him harshly, treating it as a disgrace.

Fan Xi carried the ball forward, and JR Smith chased from behind, attempting a frenzied steal; the first try missed, the second missed, and Fan Xi toyed with his defense and pride as if playing with a child.

The third time, he shoved Fan Xi outright.

The head referee rushed over to block him, but he persisted, charging at Fan Xi to start a fight.

This is a classic case of lacking sportsmanship, getting angry out of shame, and making a fool of oneself.

In the end, Carmelo Anthony and Stoud May held him.

The head referee gave him two technical fouls and ejected him from the court.

JR Smith undeniably became a laughingstock; his rampant ambition was like weeds in a sewer—anyone pressing the button on the toilet would flush him into filth.

With Smith ejected, the Madison Square Garden fans didn't even hiss.

They sat numb on the bench, watching Fan Xi step to the free‑throw line, sink two free throws, and clap vigorously with Mili Hich.

"It's not over yet."

After Fan Xi made two free throws, he shouted loudly,

This is to remind New York fans that he won't hold back tonight. One kneeling JR Smith in front of me isn't enough; anyone who offends me will be killed without mercy!

Fan Xi displayed cruel tactics. At this moment, in Spike Lee's eyes, he was a brutal, heartless tyrant.

Spike Lee is a die‑hard Knicks fan; every game night he sits in the front row to watch, having followed the Knicks for over thirty seasons. He has never seen such heavy killing intent from Fan Xi, not even Michael Jordan was that wild back then.

He has a strong feeling: Jieke Fan's era may be darker than Michael Jordan's era.

Swish!

Fan Xi, covered by Milich, makes a three‑pointer.

Raymond didn't even guard up close, giving Fan Xi an open‑shot opportunity.

Fan Xi's open‑shot shooting is top‑tier in the league.

The game continues.

On the Knicks side, Stade Myer and Cameron Anthony are pushing hard.

And on the Kuaisuan side, Fan Xi has taken full control of the play.

Fan Xi continuously attacks the Knicks' defense; he skillfully executes layups and passes, and his firepower is unleashed throughout the game.

At the start of the game, Phil Jackson still thought Leonard resembled Jordan more, and Fan Xi was playing a supporting role.

Now Fan Xi adopts a single‑core stance; he is instantly clear—not that Fan Xi's blade has dulled, but that he is deliberately holding back.

Now, the New York fans' shouts have given him back his edge.

Tonight, if he doesn't score to his satisfaction, he won't stop.

Madison Garden occasionally still erupts with a few shouts of "Fu‑ck…Jay‑Fan," but it's no longer as fierce as before; the volume and momentum have both weakened considerably.

After scoring, Fan Xi still raises both hands and waves upward. He hopes the over‑twenty‑thousand fans will regain their previously unruly spirit.

"Jie Ke, you should tone it down."

When the second quarter ended, Tyson Chandler suddenly approached with a stern face and said to Fan Xi, "Offending New York won't do you any good."

Fan Xi stared at him, feeling bewildered: "What's it to you?"

What are you?

"I'm only warning you; if you keep provoking the fans, I'll step in," Tyson Chandler said firmly, dropping the line.

Fan Xi watched him walk away.

He thinks Tyson Chandler is probably a bit off.

You'll step in? Who are you?

Let me hold back, why don't you make the fans hold back? When they attack me, you stay silent. I only counter‑attack appropriately, and you think I'm offending? What nonsense.

…

In the first half, Fan Xi has already tallied 30 points, 10 assists, 6 rebounds, 2 steals and 2 blocks; he scored 24 points in the second quarter.

At this rate, Fan Xi is very likely to notch a 50‑point triple‑double.

If Fan Xi records a 50‑point triple‑double at Madison Garden, he will unquestionably cement his record in this basketball Mecca.

And it will be a highly story‑rich way to leave his name behind.

At least, JR Smith has already become his footnote; this pitiful guy will be turned into a GIF repeatedly posted online for basketball fans to mock, and history has never seen anyone as unlucky and humiliated as him.

And those who shout "Fu‑ck…JayFan" will also receive the deserved teasing.

In fact, the movement has already spread across the global internet.

The entry "Fan Xi is dominating Madison Garden" ranks among the top on major global online platforms.

The entry "New York Mayor Jieke Fan delivers an important policy report at Madison Garden" also stays high.

In this internet age, immediacy is fully satisfied.

Fans worldwide are turning their eyes to this game.

ESPN's ratings are soaring, and other sports channels worldwide have begun to urgently insert this game.

People have greater expectations for the game; they hope to witness a great event being born with their own eyes.

This gives them a sense of participating in history.

Meanwhile, Fan Xi shows no awareness of being a history‑maker, nor does he realize he already bears the title of New York Mayor. He quietly walks back to the locker room and tells his teammates, "I'll keep this style in the second half."

This receives everyone's approval.

They like this kind of leader.

Those who offend my Jie Ke heavenly might shall be executed!

The darkest night in New York basketball is approaching.

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