Basketball System: Hate Makes Me Unstoppable-Chapter 383: All-Star Massacre.

Coming out of the timeout, Team LeBron made a key adjustment—Mike D'Antoni subbed in Draymond Green for Kyrie Irving.

Now, Team LeBron's lineup was: Curry, Durant, LeBron, Green, and Antetokounmpo.

On paper, if LeBron had been swapped for Paul George, this squad would've had perfect spacing, speed, and physicality. A nightmare matchup.

But at the end of the day, the All-Star Game was still just an entertainment event.

D'Antoni wasn't about to risk making things awkward with LeBron by benching him. After all, LeBron was the captain.

Even with the lineup change, Team LeBron shifted their offensive focus.

LeBron still had the ball, but now the team was actively setting off-ball screens for Curry and Durant.

Han stayed locked on Durant, preventing any clean looks.

But on the other side—Harden got lost in the screens.

As soon as Curry found daylight, LeBron zipped a pass straight to him.

Say what you want about LeBron, but he had played with Curry before—he knew exactly where to put the ball.

Curry caught it half a step behind the arc. No dribble, no adjustment—just pure muscle memory.

Before Davis could fully close out—

Splash.

The Warriors' bench erupted.

Curry. Always Curry.

121-121.

The game was tied with 5:58 left.

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On the next possession, Team LeBron continued their full-court press on Han.

Han quickly signaled for another pick-and-roll.

Jokić set the screen—then popped outside the arc.

Harden, using the pick, accelerated into the lane.

This was Houston Rockets Harden.

Elite at exploiting mismatches.

Even Antetokounmpo couldn't fully contain him.

Team LeBron collapsed into the paint.

That was all Han needed.

After setting a screen for Davis, Han flared out to the right-wing three-point line.

Harden saw it immediately.

Without hesitation, he fired a pass cross-court.

This wasn't a designed play.

But it was a play Harden knew by heart.

Under D'Antoni, the Rockets had embraced 'Moreyball'—a system built on threes and layups.

Harden had drilled these reads into his brain.

Han caught the pass.

No hesitation.

Money.

Quicken Loans Arena erupted.

Cleveland fans had felt it coming.

This ultimate version of the Cavaliers?

Unstoppable.

Harden, jogging back, reached out for a high-five.

The chemistry was real.

Even though Han, Jokić, Davis, Harden, and Thompson had never played together before—

Their styles meshed perfectly.

But then—

Curry answered.

Different angle, same result.

This time, he shook Davis with a quick fake, then stepped back even further—one full step beyond the arc.

Splash.

124-124.

Team LeBron was on the verge of collapse.

Curry refused to let it happen.

His energy? Unmatched.

Running back on defense, he bounced on his heels, shimmying his shoulders.

Classic Steph.

Seeing that celebration, Han couldn't help but flashback to the Paris Olympics gold medal game.

Curry was a teammate you could always rely on.

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Back on offense, Harden and Jokić ran another pick-and-pop.

This time, Team LeBron sent a double-team at Harden.

Harden didn't force the shot—he kicked it back to Jokić.

Jokić raised the ball like he was about to shoot—

But instead, he rifled a bullet pass to the right corner.

Han had just shaken Durant on a backdoor cut.

By the time LeBron rotated over to help—

It was too late.

LeBron grabbed Han mid-air, fouling him before he could even shoot.

Han smiled as he walked to the free-throw line.

Before taking the ball, he turned to LeBron.

"Not bad."

LeBron didn't react. He knew Han was always scheming.

But the other players?

They were confused.

Han, seeing the confusion, smirked.

"Give the ball to Steph."

"Just like you did when you were on the Warriors."

"That's when the game actually gets fun."

Suddenly, everyone understood.

Han wasn't complimenting LeBron.

He was mocking him.

The compliment wasn't for LeBron at all—it was for Curry.

LeBron's jaw tightened.

He hated when Han did this.

Even when he knew Han was baiting him—he still got annoyed.

Han calmly sank both free throws.

126-124.

Team Han was back in front.

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On the next play, Han signaled a defensive adjustment.

Now, Thompson was guarding Curry.

This was a big change.

Klay wasn't the fastest laterally, but—

He was the best in the league at navigating screens.

And more importantly?

He knew Curry better than anyone.

He didn't just know where Curry liked to shoot.

He knew every movement, every fake, every tendency.

The adjustment worked—Curry was forced into tougher shots.

But it created a new problem.

With Klay on Curry, Harden had to guard LeBron.

And this season? Harden had fully embraced offense over defense.

LeBron immediately attacked the mismatch.

With no hesitation, he drove hard to the rim.

Harden?

Didn't even bother contesting.

Classic "look-away" defense.

LeBron soared in—hammering home a vicious tomahawk dunk.

The arena buzzed.

LeBron, fired up, pounded his chest.

This was his moment.

He turned, locking eyes with Han—

Expecting to see concern.

Instead—

Han gave him a thumbs-up.

"Nice play."

LeBron froze.

What the hell was Han planning?

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With 2 minutes left, the score stood:

135-137.

Team Han held a slim 2-point lead.

The past few minutes had been a back-and-forth shootout.

Team LeBron couldn't stop Han's offense.

But Team Han couldn't completely contain LeBron either—thanks to Harden's defensive issues.

Brad Stevens called timeout.

As the players walked to the bench, Han looked at Stevens and said—

"Put in Russell."

Stevens nodded.

It was strange.

Stevens was the head coach of the Celtics—one of Han's biggest rivals.

But this was the All-Star Game.

And more importantly—this was Cleveland.

Stevens wasn't about to say no to Han.

Harden?

He wasn't even mad.

In fact, he grinned as he sat down.

Han had asked him to play seriously—so he did.

But getting hunted on defense every play?

That wasn't fun.

If anything, Han just did him a favor.

Now, it was time to close the game.

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The timeout ended. Players returned to the court.

Just before stepping back in, Han Sen patted Russell Westbrook on the shoulder.

"Russ, you're guarding LeBron."

Westbrook blinked.

He hadn't expected to play in crunch time.

Sure, technically he was swapping in for Harden as the point guard.

But Harden was benched because he couldn't guard LeBron.

Most people expected Han to switch onto LeBron, Klay onto Durant, and Westbrook onto Curry.

But now?

Westbrook was going straight at LeBron.

His eyes lit up.

You ask why he chased triple-doubles these past two years?

Because ever since Durant left, the Thunder weren't contenders anymore.

With no shot at a title, padding stats was the only way to stay relevant.

But just because he chased numbers didn't mean he lacked a killer instinct.

Westbrook was one of the most competitive players in the NBA.

And now?

Han was giving him the chance to go one-on-one against LeBron James—the guy who indirectly broke up OKC's dynasty.

Westbrook nodded aggressively.

No words needed.

He was ready to kill LeBron.

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Han took the ball up and called for a pick-and-roll with Davis.

Immediately, Team LeBron's help defense collapsed.

With Westbrook subbing in for Harden, Han's team lost some spacing.

That didn't matter.

Han didn't hesitate—he drove straight into the defense, drawing contact.

He was playing chess.

For most of the game, Han hadn't been the focal point offensively.

He let others take the lead, conserving his energy.

Now?

With fresh legs, he was ready to take over.

Han calmly drained both free throws.

Team Han up by 4.

LeBron took the ball at the top of the key.

When he saw Westbrook guarding him, his expression darkened.

First Harden, now Westbrook?

Was Han mocking him?

Trying to humiliate him by making him go at his old enemies?

LeBron scowled.

If Han wanted to play games, fine—he'd make him regret it.

LeBron took a step back—then Westbrook lunged forward.

Harden had backed off.

Westbrook?

He crashed in like a missile.

LeBron wasn't the cleanest ball-handler—Westbrook made sure he felt it.

LeBron tried to post up, but he couldn't get comfortable.

Frustrated, he called for Giannis to set a screen.

Finally, with Giannis' pick, he turned the corner toward the rim.

But before he could take two steps—Han was there.

Han rotated early, cutting him off.

LeBron had to stop his dribble.

He turned to pass—but Jokić and Han had already switched seamlessly.

Jokić spread his arms, cutting off every passing lane.

SMACK!

Westbrook snuck around the back and stripped the ball clean.

LeBron barely reacted before Westbrook was already gone.

The man flew downcourt.

Han stood at half-court, shading his eyes like he was watching a sunset.

By the time he lowered his hand, Westbrook was already mid-air, hammering down his signature Tomahawk Slam.

The arena erupted.

135-141.

The lead stretched to six.

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1:20 Left—

LeBron brought the ball back up.

This time, Westbrook was even more aggressive.

On paper, LeBron should dominate this matchup.

But Westbrook was doing just enough to make things difficult.

And more importantly?

Han was still lurking.

LeBron tried to drive again—but he hesitated.

He knew Han would rotate early.

Frustrated, LeBron waved Curry into motion.

He had done enough as captain—it was time for someone else to take over.

Curry made his move, shaking off Thompson and catching a pass at the arc.

He fired—

Clang.

Jokić grabbed the rebound and immediately launched it downcourt.

Westbrook.

Again.

Another fastbreak dunk.

135-143.

A 6-0 run since the timeout.

Team Han led by 8 with 1:00 left.

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On the sideline, Brad Stevens stroked his chin.

His eyes locked on Han.

Tonight, he saw Han's true genius.

Not just as a player—but as a strategist.

Han barely scored in crunch time—but he dictated everything.

Earlier, Curry was red-hot.

But Han let LeBron attack instead.

Because he knew—Curry couldn't stay in rhythm without touches.

And it worked.

LeBron's mid-range was the least threatening weapon on the floor.

By forcing him to attack, Han neutralized Team LeBron's biggest threat.

The mental warfare was terrifying.

Han played this game like a puppeteer.

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Every piece, every move—calculated.

Stevens took a deep breath.

Before the game, he thought Han was just a generational talent.

Now?

He realized—Han was something else entirely.

This wasn't just basketball IQ.

This was warfare.

For the first time, Stevens understood what it felt like to be on the other side.

To be caught in Han Sen's web.