Chapter 803

A 10-man brawl.

It seemed very terrifying and exaggerated.

But... it is worth mentioning that at the very beginning of the conflict, no one laid a hand on Su Yan, so this 10-man brawl was just pushing and shoving typical of an NBA conflict.

It didn't escalate very quickly.

And with too many people, too dense, all gathered in one spot under the basket, there wasn't a good opportunity to really show off their skills.

Furthermore.

The three referees rushed over to break up the fight immediately.

The coaching staffs of both teams also rushed up immediately.

Last season... the Pistons suffered heavy losses due to fighting, and the Bulls were the same, with Su Yan suspended for four games during the championship run.

Nearly handing over the championship trophy.

Both teams couldn't afford the punishment after a fight, and none wanted to see players get into a conflict, at least... not the side that initiated it.

Therefore.

The conflict came fast and retreated fast.

After just a few shoves, both sides were pulled apart and returned to their respective benches.

However... in the chaos, Rasheed Wallace, who had been pushed to the ground by Su Yan, was stepped on by several people.

It wasn't clear who, but the successive stomping and kicking were truly painful.

"Referee, Su Yan pushed me and even stepped on me with his foot. This is simply against sportsmanship. I suggest a suspension, and an additional one-season suspension after the game."

After Rasheed Wallace struggled to climb up, he roared at the referee, pinning all his dissatisfaction on Su Yan.

Referee:???

A full-season suspension? You really dare to say anything.

"Wait for me to watch the replay first."

The referee naturally wouldn't pay attention to him; he would handle this big brawl more fairly.

"Referee, it's true..."

Rasheed Wallace was relentless.

"I know."

The referee couldn't be bothered to deal with him, also feeling impatient with Rasheed's constant nagging, "I will handle it myself, you don't need to keep reminding me."

"That bastard Su Yan has really been targeting me, constantly hurting me in the chaos. He is simply abominable to the extreme and must be severely punished.

Referee, you can't indulge him.

Referee, you can't protect him just because he's popular, understand?!

Referee, are you listening to me?!"

"Beep! Beep!"

Rasheed Wallace's endless nagging reached the limit of the referee's patience; his face darkened, and with one whistle, a "T" was given to Rasheed Wallace.

Rasheed:???

What?! You're calling a foul on me just like that?!

Rasheed Wallace was stunned, but he suddenly quieted down.

Referee: Should have called it long ago; it's much quieter now.

"Oh, no!"

Larry Brown held his head, feeling terrible about Rasheed being called for a technical foul.

"What a bastard."

Rasheed Wallace, who was already unhappy, was now even more angry and irritable, but his silence continued.

Yet his body was completely unconvinced.

How so?!

While the referee went to check the replay, Rasheed Wallace followed without a word, and then... lay directly on the scorer's table.

"I'm staying right here today. If it turns out Su Yan really stepped on me later, let's see how you punish him?!"

Rasheed was still nagging.

The referee still ignored him.

And in the slow-motion replay, it could be clearly seen... Ben Wallace had a very obvious malicious intent to disrupt Su Yan's offense.

Fortunately, Yao stopped it in time.

And... when Yao stopped it, the force with which he bumped Ben Wallace wasn't very large, just enough to disrupt his attempt to hurt Su Yan.

However.

Rasheed Wallace, who rushed over, shoved Yao with quite heavy and violent force, completely disregarding everything.

Pushing from behind with such force without someone knowing is a very dangerous act.

Immediately after... Su Yan pushed Rasheed Wallace back, a push that looked light but had significant force, knocking Rasheed over.

Then the 10-man conflict erupted.

So the fuse for this conflict was Ben Wallace's failed but very obvious malicious act of hurting someone.

Rasheed's violent shove escalated the conflict, triggering the 10-man brawl.

The core of this big brawl was the "Double Wallace".

And in the final stage of the brawl... no one actually stepped on Rasheed Wallace; it was even his own teammates who stepped on him.

And the fans who saw this couldn't sit still either.

Rasheed Wallace was lying in front of the scorer's table, very close to the stands.

A fan started trash-talking Rasheed Wallace, "Worthy of being the 'Rasheed the Roarer', other than running your mouth, you're really good for nothing.

Other than using violence to solve problems, you have no basketball skills at all.

Facing Su Yan, you will always only be beaten up, always only be stepped on and rubbed under his feet.

In front of 'Emperor Yan' Su Yan, you are like an ant!"

"What did you say?!"

Rasheed Wallace, who had been lying on the scorer's table with his legs crossed and motionless, heard these words from the fan behind him.

He turned around abruptly, staring fiercely at that fan, "What kind of thing are you?! What qualification do you have to lecture me?!

You're just a spectator watching the game here, what skills do you have, who do you think you are?!"

"I indeed have no skills!"

That fan didn't back down, "But at least I don't pretend to be a big shot, and I don't lack the ability to play with my fists; that's the behavior of the weak.

You are just trash!

Thoroughly garbage!

You actually have the nerve to find someone to impersonate you to frame Su Yan; such a dirty thing, I'm afraid you're the only one in the whole league who could do it."

"Hmph!"

Rasheed looked disdainful, and even more contemptuously said, "Don't give me this bullshit?!

If you have the ability.

Don't leave after the game; let's have a go in this arena. If you can score one point over my head, I'll retire on the spot.

If you can't, you kneel down and apologize to me.

Just tell me, do you dare?!"

"Laughable!"

That fan didn't back down, and kept being relentless, "No ability, so you have to find a fan watching the game to vent your anger?!

Got it, got it.

Now I completely understand the strength of the Roaring Heavenly Venerable.

You're so awesome... why don't you go be the basketball team captain in kindergarten?!

Your mother raised you this big... just to teach you how to bully the weak?!"

This fan was sarcastic, directly maxing out the mockery.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"