Clang...

The sound of the basketball entering the net was like a horn of victory, crisp and loud.

The score became Dream Team 36 to Jabberwock 38.

The gap between the two sides has been narrowed to 2 points.

The atmosphere in the entire stadium was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, ready to explode at any moment.

Nash's eyes began to grow cold, like a cold pond in winter, deep and icy, making people shudder.

Jason Siber's eyes were red, and the flames of anger burning in his eyes seemed to ignite the air around him. He clenched his fists, wishing he could smash these "monkeys" in front of him to pieces.

"I will never let these damn monkeys go."

He roared and gnashed his teeth, his voice full of wild bloodlust.

Just at this moment.

"Silver, be quiet."

This low and majestic voice sounded.

Jason Siber heard the sound and looked over, and his pupils shrank.

He met Nash's eyes and felt a chill all over his body.

There seemed to be an invisible force in Nash's eyes, like a cold snake, swimming along his gaze towards Jason Thibaud. A chill swam through his whole body, instantly extinguishing his anger.

Nash withdrew his gaze, then walked slowly to his own basket with steady steps.

He spoke slowly.

"Nick, pass the ball to me."

Snap...

Nick passed the ball to Nash without hesitation. The pass was crisp and clear, as if he had full trust in Nash.

After Nash caught the ball, his eyes flickered and he spoke sinisterly.

"It's time to keep these monkeys in check."

His words were like a cold wind blowing out of the darkness, carrying a hint of chill and danger.

At this time, there were less than 2 minutes left until the end of the second quarter.