Chapter 287: Two Hundred.
Han Sen's clutch three-pointer was a dagger.
Though there were still 24 seconds left on the clock—exactly one full possession—this shot had turned a one-point lead into four.
A four-point deficit wasn't something you could erase in just one possession.
That's why Shaq had been so excited.
Meanwhile, the Heat fans in American Airlines Arena sat in stunned disbelief, holding their heads in their hands.
Even Pat Riley wore an expression of pure shock.
Was Han Sen really going to force the Heat to retire his No. 77 jersey right next to their No. 23?
On the court, Han remained calm, as if what he had just done was no big deal.
Spoelstra called a timeout.
As Garnett walked over to Han, he fist-pumped in excitement and leaned in close, pressing his forehead against Han's.
"You killed them! You killed them!"