Jordan: I thought he was there to help me!

Chapter 13: Rumors of infighting within the Bulls spread throughout the league!

"Jerry, have you heard?" In Salt Lake City, Sloan, who was about to go home after get off work, was suddenly stopped by his assistant coach Withers.

"What did you hear? Is Karl in trouble again, or is 'The Magician' making a comeback?" Sloan scoffed, he never had any interest in this kind of league gossip.

"There's been an internal conflict within the Bulls! I heard it was a brutal brawl! There was blood, and some people were even carried to the hospital! They're currently trying to sell off some of the people involved in the fight," Withers said.

"That softie Pippen finally couldn't stand Jordan's personality anymore and went after him?" Sloan's eyes lit up! In the blink of an eye, he had simulated several offers for Pippen! If they could get Pippen, the Jazz's dominance on both ends of the court would be incredible!

"It's Randy Brown, Jack Haley, Jason Caffee, and a second-round rookie named Lin who got into a fight." Withers glanced at the message from his source and read out four completely unfamiliar names.

"Who are these people? Caddies or cleaners?" Sloan used all his willpower to keep from pointing a finger at Withers and spewing profanities: "These kinds of people, even if they were to draw their guns and shoot each other, don't tell me. I'm not curious, and I don't want to know!"

After saying that, Sloan turned around and left without looking back!

He actually wasted two minutes of his time on these four complete noobs whose names he'd never even heard of! It's an absolute sin!

In Miami, Pat Riley, the "Mastermind" who had just left New York to become the Heat's president and head coach with complete personnel appointment and trade authority, immediately picked up the phone and called Krause: "Jerry, my good buddy! I heard you guys are planning some big trades lately?"

"Yes, I have that idea. How about we trade Longley for your Mourning?" Klaus's tone was exactly the same as Riley's—sarcastic and utterly insincere.

"Come on, you fat, bloated bastard, you know why I'm calling." Riley snorted, too lazy to play games anymore, and went straight to the point: "If the situation on your end is serious, just call me when it comes to the deal! For our old friendship, I'll definitely give you an offer you can't refuse!"

After hanging up the phone, Riley looked at the message the "source" had sent him with disappointment and immediately deleted it.

What a disappointment! It really was just a squabble between four small fry. I was hoping Jordan and Pippen would get involved in some kind of team brawl! Looks like I was just wasting my time.

New York City.

"Have you heard about Patrick?" In the Knicks' training facility in New York City, Starks put his arm around Ewing's neck with a mysterious look on his face and said, "There was a fight within the Bulls! I heard someone got killed this time."

"What? Pippen crippled Jordan?" Ewing's ears seemed to be failing him; he blurted out a shocking piece of news!

Anthony Mason, the "King of Flagrant Fouls" from New York, immediately walked over with great interest and asked curiously, "What are you talking about? A huge conflict broke out on the Bulls, and Jordan was beaten to death by Pippen and Rodman?"

Then Derek Harper arrived, saying, "What did you say? The Bulls were attacked by gangs, and more than half the team was killed?"

Then, in a seat some distance away from the others, Charles Oakley, who only half-understood the conversation, relayed his embellished version of events to his buddies: "Jordan and Pippen both have gang connections. They clashed head-on, and just now, over 100 armed gangsters surrounded the Chicago training facility!"

"Then Jordan and Pippen refused to back down, and the two of them had a one-on-one duel in front of more than 100 people, a fight to the death! It's said that Jordan lost an eye in the end, while Pippen was taken away in a body bag!"

Just as the Knicks players were getting increasingly heated in their discussion, analyzing who was dead and who was crippled, the team's newly appointed head coach this year, "Mad Scientist" Don Nelson, walked into the locker room. Looking at this group of notorious criminals in the entire league, he sneered and said, "Stop talking nonsense. The fight was between a second-round pick and a few henchmen whose names I can't remember."

"It was just a few small fry fighting each other. The people you were hoping would be crippled didn't even show up!"

"cut."

The crowd immediately booed.

"Old man, is your information accurate?" Ewing looked at old Nelson with arrogance and impatience, full of provocation.

Well, actually, that's just what old Nelson thinks; Ewing was just joking.

Or rather, everyone who makes eye contact with Ewing feels that he is provoking them and feels annoyed.

The same situation will also occur with people like Kassel.

She's so ugly, she's born with an aura of ridicule.

"Gorilla, you can ask him yourself if it's accurate, instead of spouting nonsense here." Old Nelson started swearing as soon as he opened his mouth, then turned and left, making a decision in his heart at the same time.

This year, I'm determined to get rid of this gorilla and get a shark in return!

In Detroit, team owner Chuck Daly was the only person in the entire league to call Krause and express his desire to buy Lin Tian!

"Jerry, what's the price for that rookie you guys were messing with? How about two future second-round draft picks? One for two, you guys are making a killing!"

"Sorry Chuck, we don't have any troublesome second-round picks here, only a well-behaved kid!" Klaus immediately rejected Chuck Daly's suggestion and quickly hung up the phone.

As for Daly, he could only shake his head helplessly.

The Pistons of today are no longer the tough Bad Boys of the late 80s. The current Pistons team leader is a handsome, refined, and gentle young man.

Grant Hill!

Hill is great in every way; he's an absolutely perfect, idol-level star.

But he just didn't fit in with Detroit. Like a Michelin-starred restaurant that's wandered into a slum—the vibes were simply incompatible!

Daly couldn't trade this rising star, but he wanted to give Hill more enforcers around him. Even if he couldn't change Hill's refined demeanor, he wanted to continue the Pistons' tough style as much as possible.

Similar incidents were constantly occurring across the league's 20-plus teams, but the script was pretty much the same for each team: a group of people would excitedly discuss and hope that Jordan would be beaten to a pulp, only to lose interest and disperse once they learned that the brawl had nothing to do with Jordan.

Who cares about a fight between a few low-level thugs whose names you can't even remember!