"Can you bear it?!"

On the Lakers court, these young players seemed to have a glimmer of light in their confused eyes.

They looked at Wang Yi, who was sitting on the bench on the sidelines, his face as pale as paper, sweat pouring from his head, and his hair looking like it had just been wet.

Wang Yi is almost trying to use his last strength.

But they are ruining this game for so-called strategic giving up.

Ruining Wang Yi’s possible 50th night.

Why are they so cowardly?

Harrell clapped his hands vigorously in front of these teammates:

"orge on! Brother, fuck the strategic abandonment and forget about the damn overall situation. Let us join Wang Yi to conquer the Devil's home court and shut up all these 20,000 noisy fans!"

After listening to this, the two young players Kuzma and Tucker felt their hearts begin to beat powerfully, pumping hot blood through their blood vessels and into their chests.

The blood in their chests also began to boil.

This warm blood is delivered to their brains.

They also started to get hot-headed.

"Fuck you!"

"Count me in!"

"Wang is our teammate and our brother. We can't let him fight alone!"

Harrell watched as the Jazz dribbled past half court.

He shouted loudly:

"We will die together——"

The five players on the Lakers' court all had wolf-like eyes.

The Jazz players were all stunned.

What's wrong with these five people?

But next, they knew what was wrong with these five people.

These five people formed the Death Five, like five evil wolves, constantly biting Jazz players.

The intensity of the Lakers' games before was never very high, which made them feel that the Lakers were just going to give up.

Now the intensity has suddenly increased, and the intensity is not ordinary.

This is simply playoff intensity.

It makes them unable to adapt at all for a while.

So at the end of the third quarter, the Lakers continued to close the gap.
Chapter completed!