Chapter 604

He didn't want to cause trouble either.

He just wanted to end the game as soon as possible, sweep the Pistons, and successfully advance to the Finals.

Left arc.

Hinrich controlled the ball, and Rasheed Wallace surrounded him—not surrounding Hinrich, but... Su Yan.

It wasn't just surrounding him.

He went straight for off-ball contact, and even... Rasheed Wallace, who wasn't looking at the basketball but kept looking at the referee, kept finding opportunities to throw elbows.

It was pure off-ball defense aimed at the man.

Rasheed Wallace was determined to target Su Yan, to mess with Su Yan, and to provoke Su Yan.

"Are you doing this on purpose?!"

Su Yan pushed his arm away, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"I'm not!"

Rasheed Wallace denied it with a smile, but when Su Yan tried to shake him off, he rushed up and gave him a shoulder check, which was quite heavy.

This was also a very obvious defensive foul.

"Beep! Beep!"

The whistle blew.

The referee called a foul on Rasheed Wallace.

But the latter didn't care at all; in the next possession, he continued to wrap around Su Yan like a mad dog, giving him the most intense contact.

And he played dirty.

Of course.

The referee's eyes were sharp, calling Rasheed Wallace repeatedly; in just one quarter of play, he had already committed three fouls.

Did he stop?

Yes.

Rasheed Wallace stopped.

But Su Yan's emotions also fluctuated—how could they not? —and immediately afterward... when he charged into the paint to attack the basket.

Ben Wallace's even more violent defense continued.

Yao could score on him easily tonight.

What did this mean?!

It meant Ben Wallace wasn't defending much at all, keeping his foul count reserved, and saving it all for Su Yan.

"Bang!"

Su Yan made a layup, shaking off the defense.

Ben Wallace, seeing he couldn't keep up, went straight for it, violently pulling Su Yan down, which for a player in the air.

Was very dangerous.

Su Yan had been able to carry Hamilton for a layup before, but with Ben Wallace's tonnage, he couldn't do it when he used force.

Su Yan, falling backward, almost fell.

"Beep! Beep!"

The whistle blew.

Su Yan allowed this defense.

However... Ben Wallace went from bad to worse; in the very next possession, when Su Yan went for a layup again, he rushed over from the wing.

With elbows and body, he crashed violently into Su Yan, aiming for the ribs.

If this hit, the ribs would likely break.

Under the 【Eye of the Heavenly Emperor】, Su Yan also realized the danger and decisively raised his arms to withstand Ben Wallace's crazy charge.

With his arms blocking, he protected his ribs.

"Thud!"

But even so, Su Yan was knocked to the ground.

"Bastard!"

Pippen's anger ignited, "These bastards know they can't win, so they don't intend to play the game properly at all, just aiming to destroy Su Yan.

Truly shameless."

And Su Yan, who had fallen to the ground, frowned in pain, a cold, icy glint flashing in his eyes, "I really don't want to cause trouble.

But.

If you really want to provoke me this crazily, then I'm going to get excited!!!"