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

The 2012-2013 regular season progressed steadily in a calm and uneventful manner.

The Cleveland Cavaliers continue their unstoppable momentum, advancing triumphantly and firmly holding onto the top spot in the league.

Meanwhile, the defending champion Miami Heat, after a brief period of injury and adjustment, rediscovered their winning form and followed closely behind.

Time flies, and it's already early March.

Quicken Loans Arena hosted the Cavaliers and Heat for the third and final matchup of the regular season.

Before the match, expectations for this game were overwhelmingly negative.

After all, the last time in Miami, the Cavaliers held LeBron James to just 2 points in the first half and finished the game in three quarters.

However, once the match actually started, Su Yang, sitting in the luxury VIP box, gradually frowned.

Tonight's match didn't unfold with the overwhelming dominance of the previous two games; instead, it was unusually close, even feeling somewhat... eerie.

Halfway through the first quarter, Kawhi Leonard was defending James's drive. He had clearly positioned himself with his hands raised high without any downward movement, but the baseline referee still blew the whistle decisively – it was a blocking foul!

Then, in one round of the second quarter.

James held the ball beyond the three-point line, facing Paul Millsap who was helping on defense. He first dribbled and gathered the ball, and then his feet seemed to be tap dancing on the ground, clearly taking three steps before jumping for the layup!

"drop--!"

The whistle blew, but it wasn't for traveling; it was for Millsap's hand foul! 2+1!

That wasn't all. Throughout the first half, whenever James drove into the paint with the ball and encountered even the slightest physical contact, even the smallest brush of skin, the referee would always blow the whistle.

With these numerous free throws and "smooth" driving spaces, James scored 18 points in the first half.

Although the Cavaliers still hold a slight lead thanks to the Splash Brothers' incredible three-point shooting, it's clearly impossible for them to finish the game in three quarters like they did in the last game.

"Boss, this whistle...it's clearly something's wrong!"

General Manager Grant, watching from the sidelines, was sweating bullets. "Didn't we agree that David Stern had promised us fair calls? Why are they using body hair whistles to protect us now? And that crossing is way too obvious!"

Su Yang observed the situation on the field without saying a word.

The whistle was indeed biased, but it wasn't so biased as to completely influence the outcome of the game.

It's more like a subtle and gentle protection, easing the pressure on James' defense at crucial moments.

The game went on until the final five minutes of the fourth quarter.

Thanks to the referees' "favoritism," the Heat managed to stay close in the score. But in competitive sports, ultimately, it comes down to pure skill.

In the decisive moments of the game, the Cavaliers' "Death Lineup" once again unleashed its power!

Curry's off-ball movement drew the defense, Davis facilitated from the high post, and Klay Thompson hit two deadly three-pointers from the corner!

On the Heat's side, James once again habitually relinquished possession of the ball under intense defense in the fourth quarter.

He wanted to pass the ball to Wade to cover for him, but Wade's knee was clearly in serious discomfort tonight, and several of his forced drives ended in misses.

Ultimately, with Curry hitting a floater with 30 seconds left in the game, the outcome was no longer in doubt.

105 is more than 97!

The Cavaliers narrowly won this third game at home.

……

The day after the match ended.

Su Yang sat at his desk, his expression not looking too good.

He picked up the red secure phone and dialed David Stern's private line at the Alliance headquarters.

"Mr. President, I think we need to talk about last night's match." Su Yang's voice carried a hint of coldness.

On the other end of the phone, David Stern seemed to have expected Su Yang to call, his tone revealing a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment.

"Shu, congratulations on winning the game. The Cavaliers continued to perform exceptionally well."

"Don't flatter me, Mr. Stern."

Su Yang interrupted him bluntly, "I won't even mention those inexplicable hair-tip fouls last night. Let's talk about LeBron James' traveling! Last night he clearly took three steps after receiving the ball at least three times. Were the baseline referees blind?!"

"I remember Phil Jackson once publicly complaining that LeBron would travel once every two touches of the ball! The league even went so far as to modify the Gather Step rule specifically for his so-called 'crab walk'!"

Su Yang sneered, "But those balls last night weren't even proper collection steps; they were just running the track while carrying the ball! Is this the 'fair referee' you promised me?!"

Faced with Su Yang's merciless questioning, the usually tough NBA tyrant surprisingly fell silent.

After a good ten seconds, Stern sighed helplessly and began to speak in an official tone.

"Su... The league is a huge commercial complex, and we need to consider all aspects. The Heat are the defending champions, a guarantee of viewership. We need to maintain a certain 'league balance' and 'watchability' within the rules."

"As the president of the alliance, I can't do everything entirely according to my own whims. There are some external... obstacles that I also need to weigh and compromise on."

Upon hearing this, Su Yang, who was about to launch another attack, suddenly stopped himself from speaking.

Stern's predicament?

In this world, how many forces can make David Stern, who holds the power of life and death in the NBA, feel troubled and forced to compromise?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Su Yang, reminding him of the earth-shattering scandal that rocked the world in 2024 in his previous life, as well as the gossip his subordinates had recently reported about James frequently attending private parties in Los Angeles during the offseason.

"No way..."

Su Yang inwardly gasped.

Could it be that Puff Daddy and Jay-Z's group have put their efforts into action?!

In the United States, the top hip-hop artists and Hollywood moguls are much more than just figures in the entertainment industry. They control terrifying networks of illicit money and connections.

Especially at those disgusting "white parties" and "baby oil parties," heaven knows how many political and business figures and sports league executives they have dirt on and videos that they can use against them!

As a regular and "core brother" in this circle, if James instructs these financial tycoons to put pressure on the league from behind... even David Stern, when faced with unpredictable threats of scandals or financial manipulation, would probably have to bow his head and swallow his pride!

"They're even using baby oil, this guy's really ruthless..." Su Yang thought to himself.

Having figured this out, Su Yang's anger subsided considerably.

Since ancient times, the common people have never fought against the officials. Although Su Yang is worth billions, this is, after all, America.

When faced with a deeply entrenched, gangster-like inner circle of capital, a head-on confrontation is absolutely not something a rational businessman should do.

"I understand, Mr. President."

Su Yang's tone softened: "There are indeed many things beyond one's control in this position. Being a CEO isn't easy."

Stern visibly relaxed on the other end of the phone.

He had thought that Su Yang, that troublemaker, would hold onto this matter and make a scene in the media.

"Sue, I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, the league's bottom line is still there. Those truly game-determining biased calls will never happen again. At most, we'll just give some superstars the treatment they deserve in some insignificant calls." Stern gave his final assurance.

"As long as it's not too excessive. I don't want to see my players being maliciously injured on the field."

After hanging up the phone, Su Yang leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

Holding back is for the sake of the bigger picture.

What's wrong with giving LeBron James a few minor fouls and traveling privileges? The Cavaliers still won last night, didn't they?

Basketball is ultimately a team sport.

"Even if he runs a marathon with the ball on the field, even if the referee swallows his whistle..."

Su Yang recalled Dwyane Wade's noticeably unsteady footwork during last night's game and the knees that were iced for a long time on the sidelines after the game.

"Wade's knees are about to give out. His reckless, high-flying style of play is costing him his career tenfold."

The Flash, who seemed to descend from heaven to save the day in the high-level fourth quarter, is no longer there.

With a soft-assed center like Bosh, plus a "King" who only dares to pass the ball in crucial moments?

"In the face of the real 'death lineup' and three-point barrage, any privilege is just a paper tiger."

Su Yang sneered as he stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray.

"I'd like to see how much of a stir the Heat can make in the playoffs!"