224: Chapter 224 The Queens' Gamble

The night wind in Miami, carrying the unique salty and humid scent of the ocean, blew across Lin Feng's body.

His hand was still raised to his ear.

In the phone's earpiece, the three women's simultaneous reply exploded in his mind like a clap of thunder.

"We're all here."

Lin Feng froze.

His brain, at this moment, almost stopped functioning.

Yoona.

Taylor Swift.

Scarlett Johansson.

These three names represented the pinnacle of K-POP, the queen of the global music scene, and Hollywood's most powerful actress, respectively.

Any one of them was the dream of countless men.

And now, they were actually together?

And talking to him on the same phone?

What exactly was going on?

An illusion?

Or was he hallucinating due to too much pressure from losing the game?

"Hello? Lin?"

On the other end of the phone, Yoona's voice, tinged with worry, pulled him back from his chaotic thoughts.

"I... I'm here."

Lin Feng's throat was a bit dry. He swallowed, feeling his voice change pitch.

"You... how are you all together?"

This was the question he most wanted to know right now.

This question was beyond his comprehension.

A soft laugh came from the earpiece.

It was Taylor Swift's voice, with a hint of laziness and playfulness.

"Don't be so surprised, my muse."

"We just found that we have some common... interests."

Common interests?

Lin Feng frowned.

He couldn't understand what common interests these three women, who were in different fields and whose lives had almost no intersection, could possibly have.

"So, you called me in the middle of the night just to tell me this?"

Lin Feng's voice carried a hint of irritation that he himself hadn't noticed.

The shadow of the crushing defeat and the pressure of Game 7 left him in no mood for riddles.

"Of course not."

Taylor's voice was still light.

"We were just confirming something."

"And then, we made a bet."

"A bet?"

Lin Feng's eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

"What bet?"

He had a premonition that this bet would definitely not be a lighthearted topic.

On the other end of the phone, there was silence for a few seconds.

The atmosphere, in that instant, seemed to become somewhat heavy.

Finally, Taylor broke the silence.

Her voice shed its playful tone from before, becoming clear and direct.

"We're betting on whether you can ultimately win the championship."

Boom!

Lin Feng's heart sank sharply.

Championship.

These three words were like three great mountains, weighing heavily on his heart.

He had a premonition.

This was definitely not just an ordinary bet.

Behind it, there must be a price he couldn't imagine.

Sure enough.

Before he could even ask.

A third voice slowly began to speak.

It was Scarlett Johansson's voice.

Her voice was not as direct as Taylor's, nor as gentle as Yoona's.

It was a lazy yet slightly dangerous magnetic voice, full of mature feminine charm.

Like a vintage red wine, mellow yet capable of easily intoxicating people and making them lose their reason.

"The stakes are simple, our future champion, sir."

Every word from Scarlett was like a feather, gently yet incredibly clearly, tickling Lin Feng's eardrum.

"If you win..."

"If you win Game 7 and lift that golden trophy."

Her voice paused.

On the other end of the phone, it was so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.

Lin Feng held his breath, waiting for her to continue.

"Then, who this spoils of war ultimately belongs to will be up to you to decide."

Spoils of war?

Lin Feng's brain buzzed.

He instantly understood what the words "spoils of war" referred to.

It referred to them!

It referred to these three women on the other end of the phone, who could drive all men in the world crazy!

Crazy!

They were all crazy!

What kind of outrageous bet was this?

They actually used themselves as stakes?

Betting on him, this loser who was about to step onto the Game 7 battlefield?

Lin Feng felt his worldview completely overturned at this moment.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But he found that his throat was blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

And Scarlett's words were not over yet.

Her lazy voice continued to ring in Lin Feng's ear.

That voice carried a chilling playfulness and an undeniable danger.

"But..."

"If you lose."

"If you lose Game 7, lose the championship..."

"Then, you will get no one."

"We will immediately and completely disappear from your world."

"As if we had never appeared."

All or nothing.

This was an incredibly cruel bet with no retreat.

Either simultaneously possess these three women who stood at the pinnacle of the world, becoming the object of envy for all men worldwide.

Or, lose everything completely.

Pressure.

Unprecedented pressure.

The pressure of being down by 30 points.

The pressure of being locked down by the opponent.

The pressure of facing life or death in Game 7.

At this moment, all seemed insignificant.

Lin Feng felt his hand trembling slightly.

The phone almost slipped from his grasp.

The sand beneath his feet seemed to soften, making him unsteady.

So, this was their true purpose.

They were using the most extreme, most insane method to force him.

To force him to win that damn Game 7!

To get that damn championship!

This was no longer a basketball game.

This was his life, his future emotional destiny, placed on the scales in an ultimate gamble!

His mind was in chaos.

Countless thoughts intertwined and collided in his mind, almost tearing him apart.

Just then.

Yoona's final voice came through the earpiece.

Her voice was not as aggressive as Taylor's, nor as seductive as Scarlett's.

Her voice was gentle, yet full of power.

Like a clear spring, it flowed through Lin Feng's heart, which was about to be engulfed by flames.

"Lin Feng."

"I believe in you."

Just five simple words.

But they were like the most effective tranquilizer, instantly calming Lin Feng's wildly beating heart.

Yes.

She believed in him.

They all believed in him.

Even though he had just suffered a crushing defeat.

Even though the whole world no longer favored him.

They, however, used such a crazy way to stake everything on him.

If he couldn't even bear this much pressure.

Then what kind of man was he?

The call ended.

In the earpiece, only the "beep-beep" of the busy signal remained.

Lin Feng slowly lowered his phone.

He stood on the dark Miami beach, letting the icy, bone-chilling sea breeze caress his face.

The ultimate test of his career.

And the ultimate test of his emotions.

On the eve of the Game 7 showdown, they descended upon him simultaneously, in the most extreme and unreasonable way.

He looked up at the dark sea in the distance.

The waves, tirelessly, crashed against the shore again and again, emitting a deafening roar.

As if beating war drums for the impending decisive battle.

The last trace of confusion in Lin Feng's eyes completely dissipated.

Replaced by an unprecedented determination, burning like fire.

So what if it's Game 7?

So what if it's an away game?

So what if the whole world doesn't favor him?

Then bring it on!

Want to snatch everything that belongs to me?

Then let's see if you have the ability!

Lin Feng's lips slowly curved into a crazy arc.

He pulled out his phone, not calling anyone else.

Instead, he directly dialed the team liaison in Los Angeles.

"Book me the earliest flight back to Los Angeles."

"Now, immediately, right away."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power.

"I don't want to stay in Miami for even one more second."