Chapter 546 I'm Not Interested in Your Body
When the game resumed, Yang Mo was double-teamed the moment he received the ball. He looked up and saw that the other Lakers players were also eager to try. It was obvious that Phil Jackson had another plan. He calculated that the Knicks would attack on the defensive end, so they waited for Yang Mo to enter the court and then completely double-teamed him, thus shutting down the Knicks' offense.
This was a heartbreaking plan to destroy the entire family. Phil Jackson was truly a master of strategy.
Yang Mo immediately saw through the Lakers' intentions. Their current posture clearly aimed to separate him from the other players, using double-teams to disrupt his passing and shooting. They had calculated that the rest of the Knicks' players were defensive players, incapable of launching their own offense.
Since you want to destroy us on the offensive end, then show us what you can do!
Yang Mo roared softly, lowered his head and rushed forward, just like what Dwyane Wade had taught him: keep moving forward, keep accelerating, keep accelerating, until you break the basket!
As Yang Mo took this stance, the Lakers' double-team was unable to retract in an instant. They could only watch as Yang Mo sprinted away. At this moment, when Yang Mo broke through the encirclement, he did not make a final sprint, but instead threw the ball high into the air. A moment later, Jeffries leaped from the side and slammed the ball directly into the basket.
Jeffries easily completed the fatal blow. Yang Mo turned back with disdain and shouted to Phil Jackson, "Hey, old man, your plan has failed. No one can stop me unless you dare to surround me with five people."
Yang Mo's arrogance was evident, and Phil Jackson was somewhat taken aback. He knew Yang Mo was arrogant; the first time they met, Yang Mo had blocked his shot and sent him flying off the court. However, he hadn't expected Yang Mo to be so arrogant. He was like a combination of Michael Jordan and Dennis Rodman.
Phil Jackson thought about it and it suddenly made perfect sense. Yang Mo not only possessed the offensive prowess of Michael Jordan, but his rebounding talent rivaled even that of Dennis Rodman. More importantly, his desire to win was no less than Michael Jordan's, yet his tongue was even more vicious than Dennis Rodman's.
What kind of monster is this?
Phil Jackson shook his head. He suddenly felt that he should cooperate with this monster. Maybe he could create a three-peat.
However, Yang Mo didn't really want to work with him. Phil Jackson's triangle tactics were incredibly powerful, and his ability to control his players' mindsets was impeccable. But with Yang Mo's domineering and aggressive personality, how could he possibly tolerate a pretentious old man? If they were to work together, the fiery Yang Mo would likely fire him within a month; he simply couldn't stand his mild-mannered nature.
Meanwhile, the Lakers had returned to half court and launched their offense. As soon as they deployed their formation, they felt a firm clampdown, unable to move freely as before. Even under the Knicks' iron-blooded control, they couldn't even run through cross screens.
As for Kobe Bryant, who had been setting the pace before, he was directly strangled to death. Yang Mo followed him closely. Wherever he went, Yang Mo followed, completely disregarding his physical strength.
Kobe was aging, after all. Yang Mo's constant presence was taking its toll on him, and the physical collisions were even more excruciating. To avoid injury from the intense collisions, he became even more cautious. However, his cautiousness diminished his effectiveness, and his teammates were completely limited. Ultimately, the Lakers' team offense became relegated to a display of individual skill.
Furthermore, the ball wasn't passed to Kobe Bryant, the strongest attacker, but to Andrew Bynum. Bynum received the ball and faced Chandler. Although slightly larger than Chandler, he had no height advantage. Chandler, using his tenacious defensive skills and experience, directly knocked Bynum's fadeaway jumper high over the backboard, where it was easily snatched by Jeffries.
Jeffries grabbed the rebound and immediately threw it upcourt. He and Yang Mo had already developed a strong rapport. Seeing Yang Mo running upcourt, he threw the ball to him without a second thought. He knew that even if someone was standing in front of Yang Mo, he would still be the first to touch the ball. After all, Yang Mo's speed was undeniable. Even Allen Iverson admitted that Yang Mo was the fastest straight-line accelerator in the league.
There was no way, after all, Yang Mo was the man who turned Iverson's peak acceleration into normal speed.
As Jeffries expected, Yang Mo easily got ahead of Kobe Bryant, grabbed the basketball and rushed into the restricted area, making a fierce dunk. The powerful force made the basket clang and almost tore it off.
As the basket rose and fell violently, Yang Mo actually raised his head and roared to the heavens, a rare moment of his life: "Tonight, I will crush Staples!"
Yang Mo's arrogance soared to the sky. This was the first time this season that he had shown his dominance. Unfortunately, this arrogance instantly provoked a backlash from the Los Angeles community, who quickly responded to Yang Mo's arrogance with a torrential booing.
But Yang Mo didn't care at all. He even shook his hands arrogantly, encouraging them to boo even louder.
Watching Yang Mo in the frontcourt, Jeffries couldn't help but shake his head and smirk. He recalled their first encounter, when Yang Mo was still so naive. Upon arriving at the Knicks, he had arrogantly declared himself the boss. All the Knicks players, including him, were ready to teach this arrogant Chinese kid a lesson. He and Larry Hughes stepped in to try and teach him a lesson with basketball. But in the end, Yang Mo taught them a lesson. And he even slapped him in the face.
This slap in the face made Jeffries wake up. Looking back now, he even felt a little ridiculous that he was defeated by a young boy. And he also changed his attitude on the court and became the strongest contender for Defensive Player of the Year?
Jeffries couldn't bear to think about the past. He used to be considered a junk contract. But now, he was a fan favorite in New York City, arguably the most popular player in the city besides Yang Mo. He was also the team's vice-captain, and his annual sponsorship contracts totaled over $20 million. It was something he couldn't have imagined before.
Thanks to super yang, he helped me turn things around.
Every time before praying, Jeffries would thank Super Yang as if he were thanking God.
Just as Jeffries was grinning, Yang Mo's hand had already reached out. He patted Jeffries on the head and said in a condescending tone, "Hey, man, didn't you eat? You didn't even throw the ball past the center line just now. Be more careful next time."
Jeffreys really didn't like people patting him on the head or giving him advice in a condescending manner, but Yang Mo was an exception. This was because Super Yang was his boss.
Yang Mo had no idea what Jeffreys was thinking. He only knew that since these guys had followed him and become his direct subordinates, they must all achieve brilliant results. Whether it was fame or money, they had to pack their bags slowly. Otherwise, how could they be considered Super Yang's followers?
Yang Mo treated his friends with the warmth of March sunshine, but his enemies with the harshness of winter. After patting Jeffries on the head, he addressed Kobe Bryant directly, saying, "I think it's time for you to retire. You're no longer capable of protecting Staples Center."
Yang Mo's trash talk was always sharp and profound. Kobe Bryant was instantly enraged when he heard it. He glared at Yang Mo fiercely: "Do you know what happens if you anger me?"
"The end? Can you still stop me from winning?" Yang Mo shrugged and said calmly, "What you're saying now is no different from the fans' boos. It's all nonsense. There's no way to stop me from winning. Seriously, don't be angry. I'm just that honest, and I'm that powerful!"
Yang Mo's arrogance and cockiness have always coexisted. He and Kobe belong to the same type of person, but he is more capable .
"Do you really think I can't do anything to you?"
Kobe roared, turned quickly, and took the ball directly from the point guard.
As soon as Kobe caught the ball, Yang Mo's heart was filled with joy. What could be more joyful than seeing Kobe get the ball? Yang Mo was never afraid of Kobe getting angry. His secret to defeating the Lakers over the years had always been to provoke Kobe.
This strategy is repetitive but extremely effective because everyone knows Kobe is a bomb, and if you dare to ignite it, he will explode.
Of course, some people would die after lighting a bomb. But Yang Mo lit it and kicked it into a large pond... Boom! Countless fish died in the explosion. These dead fish were the Los Angeles Lakers and their fans.
After Kobe Bryant received the basketball, Yang Mo walked up quickly and defended Kobe from half a step away.
He thought Kobe might make a fake move, but Kobe jumped directly. By the time Yang Mo went over to block him, he had already shot the basketball with incredible speed.
Wow, Kobe has a really bad temper!
Before Yang Mo finished his sigh, the sound of a basketball hitting the net came from behind him.
At this moment, Kobe Bryant finally put on a cocky face and looked at Yang Mo arrogantly: "Do you think I'm really old?"
"You'll have to ask Vanessa. Anyway, I'm not interested in your body."
