Wade pursed his lips and said nothing, yet he had already made his point clear.
How else could he act?
"So you're just ready to give up your team's position?" Hansen felt frustrated on Wade's behalf, being outplayed by an open strategy, and even having to give up his leadership position—it could stifle someone to death.
"Do I have any other choice?" Wade forced a bitter smile. If he didn't give in, and James didn't play well, the Heat Team wouldn't just lose the championship race—the next season would be marred by internal strife.
"Of course, there's a choice, why wouldn't there be? He can score 8 points in one game, but can he really score only 8 points every game?"
Wade was stunned by Hansen's question.
"Is LeBron definitely not tradable? He doesn't have a no-trade clause after all."
It was only because he was talking to Wade, a person who had helped him a lot, that Hansen would make such a statement; otherwise, it might easily be misconstrued as sowing discord.