LeBron James running away? He's going all in on Curry.

The fifteen-minute halftime break passed in the blink of an eye, and the second half of the game officially began.

LeBron James emerged from the player tunnel with a terribly grim expression.

Scoring only 2 points in the first half, and being left three meters open without daring to shoot, is an utter disgrace for this "league's number one player" who just won a Grand Slam.

Since I can't make the shot, I'll just have to use my strength to overpower them!

At the start of the third quarter, James displayed an almost desperate attitude.

He received the ball outside the three-point line and faced Kawhi Leonard, who was still two steps away from him. This time, he did not hesitate and charged into the paint like a raging bull!

Leonard made a sharp sliding block, firmly holding his defensive position with both hands.

But just as the two were about to make physical contact, James, during a high-speed breakthrough, subtly and fiercely lowered his shoulder and raised his left elbow, slamming it hard into Leonard's ribs!

"Bang!"

A dull thud of muscle colliding rang out, and even the strong Leonard was made to gasp and stagger by the sudden elbow strike.

James then used the momentum to make a layup.

"drop--!"

The baseline referee blew his whistle.

Incredibly, the referee's gesture pointed to Leonard, who had been elbowed – a defensive foul, and an extra free throw!

For once, Leonard's perpetually expressionless face showed a hint of surprise. He spread his hands and looked at the referee, but the referee ignored him with a cold expression.

In the next round, James repeated the same tactic.

After the pick-and-roll, he switched onto Klay Thompson, forced his way into the paint, and jumped.

In mid-air, James not only made a clear shoulder drop to clear the way, but also exaggeratedly raised one leg, his knee like a flying kick, slamming heavily into Klay's thigh!

Clay groaned in pain and collapsed to the ground.

"drop--!"

The referee blew his whistle again, it was still a blocking foul by Klay Thompson!

With these two controversial, even dirty, opening plays, James scored 4 points from the free-throw line, finally breaking his embarrassing scoring drought.

But the close-up shots in the broadcast honestly recorded everything.

When Leonard lifted his jersey to wipe his sweat, a clear bruise was clearly visible on his ribs.

When Clay was pulled up by his teammates after falling to the ground, he was clearly limping.

"Sh-!!!"

The Quicken Loans Arena erupted in a cacophony of boos and angry shouts!

"A biased referee! This is a combination of a hair-trigger whistle and a star whistle!"

"How could such an elbow strike and flying kick be called a defensive foul?! How much of a bribe did David Stern give to the referee?!"

Inside the VIP luxury suite.

Watching everything unfold on the field, the temperature in Su Yang's eyes instantly plummeted to freezing.

"David Stern, it seems you're determined to save face for your cash cow in this Eastern Conference Finals preview?"

Su Yang sneered.

The referees turned a blind eye to James's dangerous move, and even aided and abetted him. This clearly shows that the league was behind it, and they absolutely could not allow James to only score two points in this nationally televised game and be nailed to the pillar of shame.

If James is allowed to continue his reckless rampage, not only will the Cavaliers' defense be torn apart by fouling tactics, but more dangerously, future dynasty cornerstones like Curry, Leonard, and Klay are very likely to get injured under such rough play!

"Since you want to go all out, I'll play hardball with you."

Su Yang picked up the red secure phone on the table and dialed head coach Byron Scott's earpiece.

"Scott, call a timeout immediately!"

"Take Stephen, Kawhi, and Klay all off! They are the future of the team. There's no need to fight with a hot-tempered brute like this."

Scott, on the other end of the phone, was taken aback: "Boss, who should we replace him with?"

Su Yang's gaze swept over the burly men on the bench, who were eager to fight, and his tone was icy: "Bring Ron Artest and Patrick Beverley up here!"

"Also, put Zaza Pachulia back at center!"

Hearing these names, even Coach Scott couldn't help but shudder.

Ron Artest, the absolute god of war at the Palace of Auburn Hills.

Beverley, a crazy dog ​​who plays basketball like there's no tomorrow.

Pachulia, the top-tier villain who twisted James' ankle last season!

This isn't a trip to play ball; it's like releasing a bunch of convicts!

"drop--!"

The timeout ended, and the Cavaliers made a substitution.

When James stood at the free-throw line, ready to take the free throw.

He glanced instinctively at the Cavaliers players who had just been substituted onto the court.

That one glance almost made the "King" drop the ball from his hand.

On the left three-point line, Patrick Beverley was grinning menacingly at him.

On the right, in the bull's horn position, is Ron Artest, his knuckles cracking as he clenchs his fist.

And the big man standing under the basket, ready to grab the rebound... was none other than Zaza Pachulia, the nightmare who almost ruined his ankle last season!

Looking at Pachulia's rugged face with its Eastern European features, James instantly recalled the "clumsy step" that terrified him last season, and felt his left ankle still throbbing!

"These lunatics..." James swallowed hard, a layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

No matter how biased the referee is, if these three people recklessly use dirty tricks against him on the field, can the referee's whistle protect his career?!

The course of the game that followed became utterly comical.

Faced with this meat grinder defense composed of pure "thugs", James, who was just moments ago arrogant and frequently throwing elbows and kicks, instantly became docile!

He no longer dared to drive into the paint like a bulldozer.

As soon as Artest closes in, he passes the ball out as if he's been electrocuted.

As soon as he sees Pachulia under the basket move even slightly, he'd rather twist his body in mid-air and make an absurd pass than fall down!

Without James's impact, the Heat's offense was completely paralyzed.

On the Cavaliers' side, even after Curry was substituted, rookies Middleton and Danny Green still maintained considerable firepower from the outside, while Artest, despite his age, showed his youthful vigor, repeatedly overpowering Battier in the low post.

The score gap is widening!

The third quarter ended, and the fourth quarter was halfway through.

The Cavaliers are now leading by a full 30 points! The game has completely turned into garbage time.

At this moment, Heat coach Erik Spoelstra sighed helplessly, preparing to substitute all the key players and announce his surrender.

However, when Spoelstra looked at James, James stubbornly shook his head and refused to leave the court!

The commentators were stunned: "The game is already decided, why is LeBron still on the court? He only has 6 points... Wait! Is he doing this for that record?!"

Yes, a record!

LeBron James has a record he values ​​highly throughout his career—scoring in double figures in consecutive games!

At this moment, he is 4 points away from reaching double digits in scoring!

If he doesn't score those 4 points during garbage time, his proud historical record will be completely ended by the Cavaliers tonight!

Seeing James eagerly staying on the court to rack up points, Su Yang in the VIP box sneered and immediately remotely directed Scott:

"Keep Beverley, Danny Green, Middleton, Artest, and Pachulia all on the court! Mark that number 6 tightly! He wants 10 points? No way!"

The next five minutes of garbage time became one of the most bizarre scenes in NBA history.

A team leading by 30 points uses the most aggressive defensive formation, like defending against a game-winning shot in the Finals, to stop the opponent's star player from racking up garbage stats!

James got anxious.

He had the ball and tried to score with a shot, but he missed several shots in a row due to the constant interference from Danny Green and Middleton.

He gritted his teeth and charged toward the paint, only to run headfirst into Artest's steely chest!

"Get out of here, you coward! This is a no-fly zone!" Artest trash-talked mercilessly, slapping James off the ball and him with one swipe.

One, two, three attacks failed. James's stats remained at 6 points.

With only two minutes left in the game, James' eyes turned red, and he completely abandoned all pretense of pride.

In one possession, with the help of his teammates' desperate screens, he finally shook off Artest and, as if grasping at a lifeline, drove into the empty paint, completing a poorly executed layup.

8 points!

In the next possession, he received the ball just a step outside the three-point line, and without hesitation, despite Beverley's tight defense, he forced out a three-pointer.

Perhaps even God didn't want him to be too embarrassed.

"Clang, clang, swish."

The basketball bounced twice on the rim and luckily fell into the net.

11 points! Double-digit score!

The moment that three-pointer went in, and the big screen showed James' personal score reaching 11 points.

Without any hesitation, James turned to look at the Heat's bench, crossed his arms, and made an urgent "substitution" gesture!

The goal was achieved, the record was preserved. Every extra second he spent on the court, facing the menacing Pachulia and Artest, filled him with dread!

Dead ball, James leaves the court.

"drop--!"

The game is over, 112-82! The Cavaliers won this highly anticipated Eastern Conference Finals preview with a 30-point victory at home!

At the moment the final buzzer sounded, James didn't talk to any of his teammates or shake hands with his opponents. He grabbed a towel from the bench, covered his face, and rushed into the player tunnel without looking back. His back looked as panicked as a deserter.

Half an hour later, in the post-match press conference room.

All the reporters were eagerly awaiting the "King," who had made those bold pronouncements before the game, to explain the crushing 30-point defeat and that hard-fought 11 points.

However, the Heat's press officer awkwardly announced: "LeBron James is declining to attend the post-game interview due to extreme physical discomfort."

The entire audience erupted in uproar and boos.

A powerful comeback when winning, disappearing when losing? Is this the responsibility of the league's best player?

Just then, Su Yang, along with Artest and Leonard, walked up to the podium looking refreshed.

"Mr. Su!" A reporter stood up eagerly. "LeBron said before the game that he would end your winning streak and show you what real strong team defense is. But tonight, the Cavaliers not only won by 30 points, but also made LeBron struggle to score in double figures during garbage time in the fourth quarter. What is your response to this?"

"He said before the match that he would make us face reality."

Su Yang paused, his eyes revealing a kingly disdain:

"I think Cleveland tonight, with a 30-point lead and a defensive lineup that's enough to give him nightmares..."

"It made him finally realize what true reality really is!"