Champion Creed
Chapter 559 - 559 201 I want to burn him to death!

559: 201: I want to burn him to death!

(Seeking monthly votes!)_3 559: 201: I want to burn him to death!

(Seeking monthly votes!)_3 This wasn’t just a matter of using their hands; the long distance had led to an increasing number of conflicts and suspicions between them.

With a remarkably attractive wife alone in Hollywood’s giant melting pot, Reggie Miller naturally worried that “Roger also did that” sort of thing might happen to him.

And Miller’s wife was also afraid that “Sports Illustrated” would expose him for having a bunch of illegitimate children, just like they did with the Reign Man.

Furthermore, they had a major conflict: his wife liked the Hollywood lifestyle and had no fondness for the dreary cornfields of Indianapolis.

But Miller believed this was the root of his basketball life, and he refused to leave, no matter what.

Thus, their marital life could only be described as a complete mess.

However, as someone who dared to challenge the gods with a mortal’s body, Reggie Miller definitely wouldn’t be knocked down by these two issues.

What truly almost caused him to collapse was that this past summer, Miller received a notification in the middle of the night that his luxury villa, which he had purchased for 2.9 million US Dollars and was in the process of renovating, had caught on fire.

The investigation revealed that the fire was set on purpose!

Miller felt extremely disappointed, because he thought that the arsonist might not have been aware that he wasn’t in the house at the time, meaning the arsonist likely intended to kill him directly.

And whoever did this had to be a resident of Indianapolis.

In other words, some of his fans, upset over his contract salary, even wanted him dead!

This incident completely shattered him.

If it hadn’t been for Larry Bird, the basketball legend from Indiana, agreeing to coach the team and boosting Miller’s morale, Miller probably would have considered retiring right there.

Now, Reggie Miller’s anger toward all those issues had dissipated.

But the darkness planted in his heart hadn’t completely faded away.

As a result, his hostility was high, and he transitioned from a morally ambiguous fat Majin Buu to a purely evil skinny Majin Buu.

He rallied all his teammates to shave their heads and not grow their hair until they won the championship—even white players like Chris Mullin and Rik Smits were no exception.

With that resolve, he and his teammates played the league’s strongest defense.

He pushed himself to the limit to hurt his opponents, in order to find peace and venting for his own heart.

So, seeing a topic related to Triple Crown City, Reggie Miller couldn’t help but scoff a bit, enjoying the spectacle of Atlanta fans wanting to take him down but failing to do so.

With resentment filling his heart, he wasn’t afraid to make enemies with anyone.

On the morning of the game day, many media outlets reported an incident—Andy Carlvis, a brave boy suffering from bone cancer, was invited to the Georgia Dome to participate in the team’s warm-up and watch the game on-site.

In the NBA of the 90s, this wasn’t yet a very common occurrence.

This initiative was proposed by Roger to the league and the team because he worried…

although he didn’t like to think about it, he feared that Andy might not make it to the Finals, so he wanted to let him see a game in person earlier.

The NBA places great importance on the relationship between teams and communities, so David Stern quickly approved the proposal and was willing to cooperate in its promotion.

As a result, this news was broadcast across America, greatly benefitting the NBA’s public image.

However, Roger’s original intention wasn’t for publicity; he simply wanted to let Andy come to see a game.

During the warm-up, Andy interacted happily with the players on the court.

Even though he was too weak to complete a simple shot, Roger still lifted him up for his first dunk in life.

After warming up, when Andy left the court, all the fans stood up and applauded.

But the warm moments are always fleeting; next, it was time for the real battle.

Since the incident was so widely publicized, a lot of cameras were constantly filming the Hawks players and Andy during these interactions, making it hard not to focus on this matter.

So when the game was about to start, the Pacers’ starting power forward Dale Davis deliberately spoke in a mocking tone, “That poor bastard looks like he’s going to die right on the court, yet they use him as a tool for their publicity stunts.

We’re just too honest, Reggie, only knowing how to play basketball, not understanding how to market ourselves.”

Influenced by Reggie Miller, the Pacers were extremely audacious this year, and had no filter on their words.

In every away game, they would spread the greatest malice, treating every opponent as a formidable enemy.

And Dale Davis was undoubtedly a loyal adherent of this style.

It’s a crass remark, but Dale Davis himself is a very crass individual.

Him seamlessly fitting into the Portland Jail Blazers was enough to tell you what kind of person he was.

Not just his unfiltered mouth, he even tasted the zap of a Taser after he retired because of an assault.

All the stereotypes of a low-quality, big, black guy—Dale Davis embodied them all.

When Roger heard this remark, he immediately confronted him, “Reggie, keep your dog on a leash!

Goddamn, the most annoying thing on the streets of Georgia are these stray dogs, shitting everywhere and making the city look like crap!”

Because Dale Davis was from Georgia, Roger said this on purpose.

“He can say whatever he wants; it’s his freedom, none of your business,” Reggie Miller responded.

He actually thought that Dale Davis had gone too far, even though the Pacers were playing the role of the villains that season.

Speaking ill of a sick child was indeed crossing the line.

In private, Reggie Miller would have words with him, but in public, as the team leader, he couldn’t discredit his teammate in front of others.

“Freedom my ass, do you know what he said?” Roger felt there was nothing to cover up in this situation.

“I don’t care, he can say whatever he wants.”

“Alright Reggie, what about your wife?

Isn’t she here?

Don’t worry, even if she’s not here, I’m sure she’s cozying up in the arms of some Hollywood hunk watching your game.”

“Roger, don’t you go too far!”

“What I want to say is my freedom, right?

Dale, doggie, go comfort your owner.”

“You motherf—” Dale Davis wanted to confront Roger, but thinking of the Hawks’ fighting power, he cooled down.

Sure enough, Big Ben and Kurt Thomas quickly stood behind Roger, like two burly prison guards: “Any problem, Gaoler?”

“I’m disciplining a convict.”

“Are they behaving?”

“For now, quite obedient, and it’s in their best interest to stay that way.”

Reggie Miller said nothing more and pulled Dale Davis away: “Alright Dale, we’ll deal with him in the game.”

Roger was furious, he couldn’t believe someone would make a joke about Andy in such a manner.

Before the game started, Roger went up to Andy and handed him all three of his championship rings: “Hey, they might be from the Magic Team, but they still represent the championship.

Keep them safe for me, OK?”

Andy gleamed as he put on the rings, his eyes shining: “Can you win tonight?”

“Win?” Roger gave a small laugh, “That’s the least of it.

Tonight, it’s going to be a war!”

After saying this, Roger stepped back onto the court.

At that moment, the old acquaintance Hannah appeared to conduct her final pre-game interview with Roger.

“Roger, what do you make of Reggie calling Atlanta ‘Triple Crown City’?

I saw you seemed to have a confrontation with the Pacers players earlier, was it because of that?”

“Not just because of that, we have many issues to settle between us.

Reggie is one lucky bastard, not to have burned to death in his own home.

But in Atlanta, he won’t be so lucky; he will scream in agony as the raging flames consume him, along with his stray dog!”

Hannah was frightened by Roger’s demeanor and tone; his angry gaze made it seem almost as if he would actually set a fire, as though he would genuinely burn Reggie Miller alive.

Fond of joking about life and death, aren’t we?

If you have no class, then neither do I!

After speaking, Roger turned and looked at his teammates: “I want those bastards from Indianapolis to lose face!”