Waiting until the last 3 seconds, he took a strong step to the right, stopped suddenly, dribbled under his hips to steady his rhythm, put the ball together with both hands, and made a direct pull.

From movement to stillness, from closing to starting, this process only took 2.4 seconds. When the ball flew out of his hand, there was only 0.1 seconds left in the game.

When the basketball takes off, time runs out.

Wilson didn't even look, he turned around.

"Whoosh!"

The Conqueror shrugged and asked, "Does anyone really think I can't make a shot?"

The next second, the teammates next to him jumped on him as if they were winning a championship.

Ewing originally wanted to go over, but stopped halfway.

"You just want to stand there and not celebrate with them?" Louis asked.

Ewing said hypocritically: "I just scored a three-pointer, what's there to celebrate?"

Then, Louis stopped caring about this hypocritical idiot and just looked at the scorer above the field.

139 to 81
Chapter completed!