Paul might have been short, but he wasn't the least bit afraid.
He went straight up to Doug and yelled in his face, "You filthy bastard, stay away from him."
TT also shouted at Doug, "Even the toilet at my neighbor Mrs. Jones's house is cleaner than your fucking ass."
Doug ignored their insults and simply looked at Wang Yi.
He hoped to see a pained expression on Wang Yi's face.
But this time, Wang Yi seemed to be in even less pain.
In fact, there wasn't the slightest trace of pain on his face.
He even shook his head at Doug. That's it?
Doug was starting to feel numb all over.
Even if it had been his good right arm, a hit like that should've left him in pain for a long time.
Yet Wang Yi looked like he wasn't in any pain at all. How the fuck was that possible?
Doug thought it over and decided Wang Yi had to be faking it, putting on a brave face.
In reality, his right arm must've been hurting like hell.
Even Doug couldn't help admiring Wang Yi a little.
He was in that much pain, yet acted like nothing was wrong.
Not many people could pull that off.
On the next possession, Wang Yi faced Doug again.
But this time, Bucks head coach Buden had Antetokounmpo and Doug double-team Wang Yi.
Wang Yi backed up until he was near the logo. Facing the two-man trap, he began his performance.
First, he accelerated quickly and tried to force his way past Doug on the left.
Doug hurried to shift left.
Wang Yi immediately pulled the ball back with his left hand.
Then he bent low and accelerated, trying to get past Antetokounmpo.
Antetokounmpo hurriedly took a step back.
Wang Yi pulled