Before my father died, he left me a Las Vegas casino with one additional condition: to raise an NBA team.
All the bosses in the league were laughing at me until I activated a system called "Water Margin Juyi".
One hundred and eight generals appeared in the conference room out of thin air. Wu Song used the water dispenser as a basketball and threw it out of the 20th floor. Hua Rong smashed a fire sprinkler with a bronze mirror. Li Kui opened his mouth and chewed the game ball.
What's even more outrageous is that Song Jiang was holding the phone and calling NBA stars one by one: "Hey, brother James, are you interested in joining Liangshan?"
Everyone says the Vegas Aces are the biggest joke in NBA history.
Until the playoffs, this group of "bandits" who lived through the short game of the Song Dynasty used the Jiugong Bagua formation to defend the defending champion, used Lin's marksmanship to score the winning three-pointer, and smashed the opponent's basket with an axe-style dunk.
America is going crazy. The alliance was stupid. James answered Song Jiang's call.
——We are here to play ball, but the other side seems to think we are at war.
