"Have you ever seen me go back on my word?"
Wang Yi asked.
Doug shook his head. "Not that I can remember. So if I lose, what do you want?"
Doug knew Wang Yi wasn't after money. Wang Yi didn't need it.
Besides, his own family was hardly short on cash, either. He was a third-generation rich kid.
He could bet a million or two without even blinking.
He'd even be willing to bet ten million dollars.
But Wang Yi definitely wanted something else.
As he retreated toward the frontcourt, Wang Yi said, "If I lose, you dirty bastard, you leave the court and quit the NBA for good."
Doug's shoulders shook with excitement.
"I like this bet. But if you lose, we're adding one more condition: you retire for good. No retiring today and coming back tomorrow."
Wang Yi chuckled. "You're probably the only one who'd pull something like that."
None of the fans watching had ever dreamed that these two would be smiling while putting their respective careers on the line.
If Wang Yi missed even one shot over Doug, they might not see him in the next game.
They might never see Wang Yi play again.
Nearby, James happened to overhear Wang Yi betting his career. He'd also caught most of their conversation, and stared at Wang Yi in shock.
What the hell!
Back when they were in Las Vegas, they'd gone to a casino together.
James had gotten carried away and bet a million dollars on one hand.
The most Wang Yi had ever bet was ten thousand dollars.
And he'd set a limit for himself: once that ten thousand was gone, he'd stop playing.
The friends who'd gone with them had all made fun of Wang Yi.
A guy who earned tens of millions a