Chapter 973

"Yeah."

Kenny Smith also senses the unease, "The Pistons' Five Tigers want revenge, and the young Bulls won't back down; neither side is yielding.

The intensity continues to escalate.

The pile of gunpowder sparks will be ignited sooner or later.

The 'Chicago United Center Incident' happened more than a season ago, yet people haven't forgotten, but such things must absolutely not continue to happen.

I think... the Pistons' arena management cannot sit idly by; they need to make preparations in advance so that when a conflict breaks out, they can quell it immediately."

"Exactly."

As the two commentators speak.

Courtside.

One can already see security guards arriving one after another in the corners of the court, standing in positions that don't obstruct the fans' view but allow them to rush onto the court at any time.

Yes.

Because the game's intensity is too high, and because everyone knows how terrible the bad blood between the Bulls and the Pistons is.

Because they are too afraid.

The Pistons have to send dozens of security guards in advance to wait in the shadows courtside.

Not to manage potentially troublesome fans, but... to target the game that is about to erupt in conflict.

On the court.

"Swish!"

Su Yan, at the middle of the arc, one meter beyond the three-point line, shoots right over the face of Rasheed Wallace, who is rushing to block him.

Crucial.

"Beep! Beep!"

The whistle blows.

Rasheed Wallace also committed a hand-check foul.

This is a 3+1.

Su Yan shakes his head slightly, then looks at Rasheed, revealing a harmless smile that really gets under people's skin.

"Hmph!"

Rasheed snorts, "The game has only just begun; tonight... you're in for a rough time."

"Oh."

Su Yan responds indifferently.

This leaves Rasheed with the feeling of throwing a punch into cotton—a sense of powerlessness that makes him even more furious and enraged.

"Swish!"

The free throw is good.