Chapter 309: LeBron’s Leap, McGrady’s Nine.
"First off, respect to the guys out here tonight. This contest? Historic. Twenty points couldn't even make the finals, and twenty-seven wasn't enough to win. That's the bar we set."
The crowd roared as Han gestured toward Thompson and Curry.
"Klay. Steph. You two? You make the game better. Every shot we take, every record we chase — it's all part of something bigger. And this? This is what we live for."
He let the applause wash over him, then leaned into the mic with a grin.
"But Steph..." Han turned toward Curry, his voice playful yet pointed. "You asked if we were all just playing for second tonight."
The audience held their breath.
"Funny thing is — you might be right."
The crowd erupted in laughter, a mix of cheers and playful jeers. Curry shook his head, grinning as he clapped along.
Han straightened up, his tone growing more reflective.
"And one more thing," he added. "Records? They're made to be broken. Just don't get too comfortable — because we're not done yet."
The ovation hit like a tidal wave.