NBA: Warrior godfather.

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Stonehaven, Charlotte.

Under the scorching sun, the summer wind is hot. Even in this tree-lined upscale community, not many people stay on the streets. Only a few pet dogs with their tongues hanging out lie lazily in the yard, watching their owners' cars slowly back out of the garage and drive onto the street.

Curry's home is located on the east side of the community. It is a three-story American-style house painted pure white.

Sonya was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the family.

"Stephen, Seth, come and eat! Sidell, go wash your hands first!" Sonya shouted loudly.

After a commotion, the family of five sat down at the dining table and started to eat breakfast.

Dell held a glass of milk in his right hand and drank it slowly, while flipping through the Charlotte Observer in his left hand. This was his habit every morning.

"This newspaper reported on July 13 that the Italian team, which won the World Cup in Germany a few days ago, has returned to the country on a special plane. The plane landed at Rome Fiumicino International Airport and was warmly welcomed by Italian fans. The airport was crowded with people waiting to welcome the team. Among them, Italian defender Materazzi, who was sent off with a red card for inducing French player Zidane to butt his head during the game, and who caused himself to be controversial, received enthusiastic cheers from the fans..."

Dell turned to the sports page, glanced at the World Cup news, and then focused on the reports about the NBA.

"beep--"

Suddenly, there was a crisp ring at the door. Sonya looked at her two sons. Stephen and Seth looked at each other. Stephen spoke first:

"I opened the door last time. It's your turn this time."

"But I was helping Mom with housework just now!" Seth retorted immediately.

"Who bought you ice cream yesterday? Do you still want it?" Stephen lowered his voice.

Seth immediately wilted, pulled out the chair reluctantly, dragged his slippers on the ground, and went to open the door with a "click."

Stephen was very proud. The hundred dollars he saved by having coffee with the coach was totally worth it!

"You are..." Seth asked doubtfully.

The door opened, and outside stood a young man in his twenties with a backpack, looking exhausted.

"I'm Liam," the young man smiled.

"Coach!" Stephen heard a familiar voice, pushed the chair away, and ran to the door shouting.

Seth watched as the young man patted his brother's shoulder, and his father and mother stood up to greet him. He reacted and asked in surprise,

"Are you Coach Liam?"

The young man was Liam. He patted Seth on the shoulder and said with a smile,

"To be precise, it should be Coach Liam. You are Seth, right?"

He looked at this face that was very familiar to him in his previous life and was as young as Stephen at this moment, and a sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

In his previous life, Seth was the "real Curry" and was loved by many Warriors fans. Unfortunately, his career was very bumpy. It was not until the end of his career in his thirties that he really came into his own. He shined in the 2020-2021 playoffs and became the 75ers' strongest outside offensive point.

Why not the 76ers? Because there's a non-human creature on the team.

"Stephen is a big fan of yours. He always says you are the best coach and suggested that I go to Butler University in the future," Seth said.

Liam glanced at Stephen with a smile.

Stephen's face turned awkward, and he quickly pulled Seth aside, and shouted in a low voice in a somewhat frustrated tone:

"Do you want to eat ice cream again in the future?!"

"Liam, how come you have time to come to Charlotte?" Dell also put down the newspaper in his hand and stood up to greet him.

"I came to see Stephen, of course, and also because the one-month period is up." Liam winked at Dell and walked into the house.

"Have you eaten? Would you like to eat something?" Sonya greeted warmly.

"Okay, I just flew here from Las Vegas and haven't eaten yet. As you know, airplane meals are not suitable for humans." Liam was not polite and sat down directly at the dining table.

The Curry family sat down again, and Sonya went to the kitchen to fry bacon and sausage for Liam.

"You went to Las Vegas?" Dell asked.

"Yes, it's an eye-opener." Liam replied.

"Coach, is Las Vegas fun? Is it really built in the desert?" Stephen asked curiously. He had only heard of the name of Las Vegas but had never been there.

"Stephen, where do you want to go?" Sonya asked loudly.

Although she was in the kitchen, she was always paying attention to what was going on here.

"Uh, nothing, I'm just asking." Stephen said in a low voice.

Sonya is very strict with Stephen and does not allow him to get involved in gambling or drugs, which are things that American youths are prone to.

"The school was on vacation and the team training was suspended, so I went to Las Vegas for a few days," said Liam.

Sonya quickly prepared breakfast for Liam, who took it and started eating it with big mouthfuls.

He always took flights at 5:30 a.m., and he had nothing to eat when he got up in the morning, so his stomach was empty.

After dinner, he winked at Dell, who understood and told the Curry brothers:

"You guys go to school to practice."

Stephen wanted to stay with Liam for a while longer, but under Dell's gentle but stern gaze, he had no choice but to pack his equipment and go to school with Seth to practice.

After they left, Liam took out a check that had already been filled out and handed it to Dell:

"I'm here today to pay you back. You've helped me a lot."

Dell took it and saw that it was a check for one million dollars.

"You ran out of it so soon?" he asked in a lost voice.

Dell was very surprised because the repayment period on the IOU was one year.

"I encountered a very good investment opportunity before, and now I have received rewards." Liam said lightly.

"It's indeed a good opportunity, but only for me," he added in his mind.

This month, he went to Las Vegas and placed separate bets at various bookmakers before the final, totaling one million U.S. dollars, betting that Zidane would be sent off with a red card in the World Cup final.

It is well known that Zidane has a bad temper. In Liam's previous life, Zidane received 14 red cards in his entire career, which is more than the famous midfield villain Roy Keane.

But in the World Cup final, it is still a low-probability event that Zidane will be sent off. Although the odds of each company are different, the average odds are extremely high at 1 to 40.

After the final, Liam spent a whole day collecting his principal and compensation, and the money in his hand suddenly soared to 40 million US dollars!

Thanks to Zidane!

Because he placed bets separately, the amount of each bet was not much, so it did not attract the attention of the bookmaker.

Of course, even if he bet on a company and won $40 million, the bookmaker would not default on the debt, but that would be too eye-catching.

After receiving $40 million, Liam immediately booked a flight to Charlotte to return the money to Dell.

Dell didn't ask any more questions and kept the check. Liam added:

"I owe you a favor. Just let me know if you need any help."

"Just take care of Stephen," Dell said.

"Of course, he is my player, and I rely on him to win the game." Liam said with a smile.

…

Indianapolis, Indiana University Health.

This is a comprehensive medical and surgical institution with 1,407 beds. It is consistently ranked among the best hospitals in the United States and is well-known around the world. It is the first choice for Indiana residents to seek medical treatment.

Liam got out of the taxi and walked into the hospital gate, holding some nutritional supplements in his hand.

Lickliter was treated in this hospital after the car accident.

For more than two months, Liam came here to visit Lickliter every week, without interruption except for the time when he went to Las Vegas.

He had returned to Indiana from Charlotte three days ago, and today was Saturday, the time for his usual visit to Lickliter.

Arriving at the inpatient department with familiarity, Liam registered at the front desk. The nurse on duty was already familiar with him and specifically told him:

"Mr. Lickliter is in the room, you can go directly there."

"Okay, thank you." Liam thanked politely.

He came to Lickliter's ward and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in." A slightly deep voice sounded.

Liam waited for a while and pushed the door open.

This is a single ward. The room is decorated in a simple and white style, which is very suitable for patients to rest in peace. Lickliter is lying on the bed with a bandage wrapped around his arm and wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown.

Next to the bed sat a middle-aged man wearing a silver-gray suit, with a thin figure, neatly combed hair, a hooked nose, and very three-dimensional facial features. He was probably in his forties and exuded an elegant temperament.

He saw someone coming in and stood up to greet them.

"Liam, you're here," Coach Lickliter said with a smile, "Let me introduce you to my old friend, Mark Baum. Mark, this is the new head coach of the Bulldogs, Liam, who I often told you about. He is also my savior."

The middle-aged man, Mark Baum, looked at Liam and stretched out his hand:

"Hello, thank you very much for not abandoning Todd at that time, otherwise I would have lost an old friend."

"That's what I should do. Without my coach, I wouldn't be where I am today." Liam said with a smile.

"beep..."

Mark Baum wanted to say something, but his cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone and said apologetically:

"Sorry, I have to take a call, you guys can chat first."

He walked out of the ward and closed the door. Liam placed the nutritional supplements in his hand on the bedside table and said with a smile,

"Coach, I didn't disturb you, did I?"

"You little rascal, Mark is my friend, not my lover." Lickliter scolded with a smile.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I'm recovering well. I can go home in half a month. I hate everything here, especially the smell of disinfectant!"

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