Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 442: 441 Brave Dragon Chapter 442: 441 Brave Dragon “`

In 2004, the incident at the Auburn Mountain Palace during a game between the Indiana Pacers and the Detroit Pistons sent shockwaves through the NBA.

It involved Ron Artest engaging with fans, escalating into a massive brawl—still to this day it remains one of the most extensive and punitive events with the worst impact in NBA history.

Perhaps other fans might not understand, but to basketball enthusiasts, there is no doubt that this is one of the emblematic events of the NBA since the millennium.

Even after more than a decade, the memory remains vividly alive.

But no one could have anticipated that Li Wei would bring it up at this time.

However, the effect was perfect.

Effortlessly, with just one sentence, Li Wei defused the tense atmosphere.

The bustling crowd regained their senses, thankfully not surging forward anymore.

The scene went from a horror movie to a comedy, lively to an extreme.

Perhaps, there was one exception—

The trash-talking black man.

He clearly noticed the murderous look in Li Wei’s eyes, that the sentence just uttered was not a joke but a threat.

Li Wei was reminding him that he wouldn’t mind teaching him a lesson just like Artest did.

Though he didn’t know what risks Li Wei was willing to take to throw a punch, the point was he couldn’t take a hit.

What if a solid beating left him unable to stand up?

Gulp.

Seeing Li Wei’s sturdy frame concealed under his clothes, the well-proportioned muscles hinted at explosive power.

He swallowed hard, his throat painfully dry, his knees involuntarily starting to shake.

Then.

Li Wei’s gaze shot over, a glare followed by a chuckle, a smile blooming.

This guy’s heart tensed up: the devil!

Unable to control himself any longer, he decided that discretion was the better part of valor.

Turning on his heel, he slipped through the crowd like an eel, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

But no one cared about this clown.

Li Wei didn’t bother with him either, turning back to look at the frightened little creature in his arms.

…

Ian Cole’s mind was a blank.

He didn’t understand what had happened or how everything had unfolded, getting caught in a sudden whirlwind of bewilderment and fear.

Instinctively, he burrowed into the broad sanctuary seeking refuge, burying his head deeply and waiting quietly for the world to calm down.

At last.

The noise subsided, and Cole cautiously lifted his head, scanning the surroundings warily.

Then he saw a pair of deep yet bright eyes patiently waiting.

Their gazes collided, and a smile crept across his face, causing Cole to feel nervous, but his mind slowly settled.

“Hey, buddy.”

He spoke.

Cole nodded hazily, but the corner of his eye caught sight of the dense sea of legs surrounding him like a birch forest.

Startled, he closed his eyes again, tears remaining in his eyes beginning to slide down as he timidly snuggled deeper into Li Wei’s embrace.

Li Wei sighed softly in his heart, unsure if the child would be left with a psychological scar.

On the surface, Li Wei kept up his smile, asking softly.

“Do you recognize me?

Is there anything I can help you with?”

Li Wei wanted to offer some small comfort to the child—a hug, an autograph, or a photograph were minor things, but at least they could help calm the child down; to his surprise however, the child rubbed his eyes and shook his head as if facing a great devil, his slender shoulders trembling with fear.

Li Wei: …

Now, this was awkward.

Li Wei had thought that the child being there might mean he was one of his fans; but it seemed he had taken that for granted.

Perhaps the child had just been sitting quietly in his seat when misfortune struck, getting swept up in the incident out of the blue.

Nonetheless, Li Wei didn’t mind.

What mattered now was not his own embarrassment, but the visible and invisible wounds on the little boy before him.

“So, who’s your fan?”

“Oh, sorry, I neglected that.”

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A moment ago, Li Wei had just asked a question; immediately afterward, Li Wei noticed the basketball jersey on the little boy—

Golden State Warriors number thirty.

At Madison Square Garden, there were already only a few Golden State Warriors fans.

Now they were being crowded around, and if the media decided to stir things up with headlines like “New Yorkers won’t even spare a five-year-old fan,” today’s game would be a definite loss on and off the court.

Thankfully, Li Wei stepped in to defuse the situation, saving the New York Knicks from a potential PR disaster, but he didn’t expect there would still be fans there whining and causing trouble.

Wait, who was Golden State Warriors number thirty again?

Li Wei turned his head to look at the court and after a brief observation, a smile crept onto his lips.

“Hey, kiddo!”

Since he had already shouted once, shouting again probably wouldn’t hurt.

Sure enough.

Curry, holding a basketball, walked over.

Because the little boy was curled up in Li Wei’s arms, he couldn’t see the jersey clearly, let alone the number, so he had no idea why Li Wei was calling out.

But he came over without hesitation anyway.

Li Wei looked up at Curry, “This one’s your fan.”

Curry: Huh?

His thought process couldn’t keep up with Li Wei’s pace.

So what now?

Li Wei gestured towards the little boy, “Batman should offer his cape to good citizens, just like a golden ticket from Wonka.”@@novelbin@@

Curry caught on immediately and didn’t hesitate to take off his jersey and hand it over.

Li Wei didn’t plan to steal Curry’s limelight, he looked down at the boy in his arms, “Hey, kid, look who’s here.”

By then, Curry had figured it out and crouched down in front of Li Wei and the little boy, smiling at him, “Let’s see who’s the bravest Warrior tonight.”

Ian perked up his ears, raised his head from Li Wei’s embrace, and saw the familiar face close-up.

His eyes widened in awe, and the tears that hadn’t completely dried trembled slightly, almost melting Curry—

This baby-faced superstar was now the father of two daughters, one five years old and the other two, so when he saw the little boy’s pitiful expression, his facial features softened and he expertly began to comfort the child.

“Don’t be scared, the devil has already been scared away by the dragon, you’re safe now.”

The devil?

The dragon?

Li Wei froze in place, full of question marks.

Curry noticed and felt a bit embarrassed, still not used to showing this side of himself, but by this point, he couldn’t care less.

He smiled at the little boy and handed over the jersey.

“I’m Stephen Curry, and you are?”

Ian hesitated for a moment, but still grasped the jersey and hugged it to his chest, replying in a mosquito-like voice, “Ian…”

The situation was finally under control.

Li Wei was about to let go, to give the little boy some time with his idol.

In the young boy’s eyes, he must have seemed like just some unrelated, random uncle; but to Li Wei’s surprise, the boy instantly clutched his arm, desperately hugging it to his chest, refusing to let go.

Curry noticed right away.

Seeing Li Wei’s tense muscles and the careful way he was holding the boy, as if he feared he might crush the child with any slight pressure, it was clear he was a bachelor without children.

Curry patted Li Wei’s arm, “Don’t worry, they’re not that fragile.”

Then he looked at the little boy, “Do you know him?

He’s a football player, number twenty-three from the Kansas City Chiefs.”

Ian’s head snapped up, “Of course, Li Wei, of course I know you.”

Li Wei: ???

Then who was the person just now who said he didn’t know him?

Ian wrapped his arms around Li Wei’s neck and whispered into his ear in a sweet, mushy voice, “That catch.”