Everybody's eyes stuck to Nash as he sauntered off the court, one could practically feel the confusion in the air.
His teammates were all giving each other surprised looks, then staring hard at Nash.
"What the hell, man? Game's not over. Why'd you screw it all up?!" one of the guys blurted, way too loud.
Nash didn't even give a full turn. Just that lazy glance over his shoulder, one look, that's all it took to shut the guy up. Made him shrink down like he suddenly remembered Nash could eat him for breakfast.
The message was crystal clear: I did all the job. You don't get to question me.
Then Nash finally turned.
"Score didn't matter. I had a point to prove. Did it. That's it."
Over by the middle line, Jinzo was still shaking, hands flat on the hardwood like he could glue himself to the floor. His pride was absolutely shattered. Not even hiding it.
Nash threw out this wicked little grin, half bored, half savage.
