132: A standoff before the storm!

He knew.

From today onwards, everything would be different.

The Spurs.

Popovich.

You used the rules to build a cage for me.

Then, for G6.

It's my turn to use my primal nature to personally build a grave for you.

He knew that he would personally write the script for Game 6.

Lin Feng didn't look at the scenery outside the window anymore.

He turned around and silently picked up his clothes from the floor.

After dressing neatly, he took one last look at the golden figure on the bed.

No lingering feelings.

No goodbyes.

This was originally just a transaction where each party got what they needed.

She needed inspiration.

He needed power.

Now, the transaction was complete.

He walked to the door, placed his hand on the handle, and paused for a moment.

Then, without any hesitation, he pulled open the door and quietly left the presidential suite that was filled with the scent of madness... returning to the hotel where the Los Angeles Lakers were staying.

Lin Feng pulled down the brim of his hat, skillfully avoiding the few scattered staff members in the lobby.

The elevator rose steadily.

Ding.

The third floor had arrived.

The elevator doors slowly opened.

Lin Feng stepped out and walked toward his room.

Just as he turned the corner.

He stopped in his tracks.

He saw Yoona.

She was standing right in front of his door.

She was still wearing the white coat from last night, but now it looked somewhat wrinkled.

She leaned against the wall with her head down, motionless.

It looked like she had been standing there all night.

Hearing footsteps, Yoona's body moved slightly.

She looked up.

When she saw that familiar figure, a glimmer of light first flashed in her already swollen eyes.

Then, that glimmer quickly faded away.

She stood up straight but didn't walk over.

She just looked at him from a distance.

Lin Feng walked up to her.

The hallway lights weren't very bright, but he could still clearly see the exhaustion and paleness on her face.

And those bloodshot eyes that made one's heart ache.

An unspeakable emotion blocked his throat.

He wanted to say something.

To say he just went out for a walk last night to clear his head.

To say he just found a place to calm down by himself.

But he opened his mouth and couldn't say a single word.

Because he smelled it.

He smelled the strong scent of another woman's perfume on himself that hadn't completely dissipated.

That scent was like a silent slap in the face.

Reminding him of last night's madness.

And stripping him of the right to lie.

The air froze.

The two of them just stood there, neither of them speaking first.

In the end, it was Yoona who broke the suffocating silence.

Her voice was very, very soft.

Carrying the hoarseness that follows crying.

"Where did you go?"

She didn't interrogate him.

There was no hysteria.

She was just like a lost child asking for the way home.

Lin Feng couldn't answer.

He could only remain silent.

And his silence was the cruelest answer.

Yoona looked at him.

Her gaze slowly slid from his face hidden in the shadows down to his neck.

There was a very faint, almost invisible red mark there.

In that instant.

Yoona's tears could no longer be controlled.

Large drops rolled down from her swollen eyes.

She didn't make a sound.

She just let the tears stream down her face, which was so pale it lacked any color.

Her lips were trembling slightly.

"I thought..."

Her voice was broken beyond repair.

"I thought... we had achieved a resonance..."

These words were like the sharpest needle, stabbing fiercely into Lin Feng's heart.

Resonance.

Yes.

Last night, he had also achieved a "resonance" with another woman.

A resonance that was even wilder and more primal.

He looked into Yoona's eyes, which were filled with disappointment and pain.

A sharp stinging sensation spread through his chest.

But he knew.

Now, any explanation or apology would be pale and powerless.

He knew even more.

He couldn't let himself be weighed down by this guilt right now.

Game 6.

He must win!

He suppressed all his emotions back into the deepest part of his heart.

He looked at her.

His voice became cold and hard.

"Wait until Game 6 is over."

"I will give you an explanation."

After saying that.

He didn't look at her again.

He walked straight past her and swiped his key to open his room door.

He walked into the room.

Then, with a bang, he shut the door in her face.

Shutting her out, along with her shattered trust.

The door closed.

That loud noise seemed to shatter the last sliver of hope in Yoona's heart.

She leaned against the cold wall.

Her body could no longer support her.

Slowly, she slid down the wall and sat on the cold carpet.

She buried her face deep into her knees.

Her shoulders began to shake violently and silently... A few hours later.

The Lakers players walked out of their respective rooms, dragging their tired bodies.

They were preparing to take the team bus back to Los Angeles.

The shadow of the crushing defeat in the pivotal Game 5 still hung over everyone's faces.

The atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme.

When they walked to the corner of the hallway.

Everyone saw that strange scene.

Yoona, the national goddess who shone brightly in the eyes of countless fans, was currently curled up outside Lin Feng's door like an abandoned child.

Standing in front of her was an anxious-looking Jeff Austin.

Just then.

Lin Feng's door opened.

He stepped out.

There was no expression on his face.

His eyes were as cold as a winter night in San Antonio.

He glanced at Yoona crouching on the floor, and then his gaze passed right over her as if she were just an inconsequential stranger.

Howard and Nick Young exchanged a look, both seeing shock and confusion in each other's eyes.

Everyone felt that the atmosphere was off.

Very off.

On the plane back to Los Angeles.

This strange atmosphere fermented to its peak.

Because an even larger storm of public opinion had completely exploded on American social media!

TMZ, Yahoo Sports, Twitter... all the headlines were being frantically flooded by two pieces of news!

【Grammy Diva Taylor Swift Arrives in San Antonio Late at Night!】

【Lakers' New King Lin Feng Suspected of Late-Night Meeting with Taylor! Purple and Gold's New Core Deep in 'Cheating Scandal'!】

In the news, there were photos of Taylor arriving at the airport.

More importantly, reporters had confirmed through various channels that Lin Feng was not at the team hotel last night!

Putting the two pieces of news together.

The truth was self-evident.

In an instant, the hashtag "Lin Feng, Scumbag" rocketed to number one on the US Twitter trending list!

On the plane, almost all his teammates were stealing glances at Lin Feng with complex expressions.

There was contempt, confusion, and pure gossip.

As for Lin Feng, who was at the center of the storm.

He just wore his headphones, closed his eyes, and leaned back in his seat.

As if all the noise from the outside world had nothing to do with him.

He didn't pay any attention to those scrutinizing gazes.

Nor did he care about the online public opinion that had already exploded.

His entire mind was immersed in his own body.

Feeling that brand-new, wild, and destructive new power surging and clamoring crazily through his entire body.

A storm off the court had already swallowed him.

And another storm that was about to erupt in Game 6, a storm belonging to him alone, was also brewing, waiting to completely ignite the entire Staples Center!