Hield had won three straight championships alongside Wang Yi, and his market value had multiplied many times over.
He had also learned a great deal from Wang Yi, such as the spirit of never giving up and abilities like court vision and passing.
That was a trait shared by Kings players. Not one player who had left the Kings had ever said anything bad about the team or Wang Yi.
Wang Yi nodded and said to Hield, "Yeah. Play well with the Lakers. You'll get more exposure here, and the benefits to you are obvious."
Hield glanced at Michael Arthur, who stood not far behind him. "Boss, I'm sorry about what he said at the press conference..."
Wang Yi patted Hield on the shoulder. "What does his statement have to do with you? Besides, you'd better play well tonight, or the Lakers Fans might think you're a spy."
Hield nodded. "Don't worry, Boss."
The two teams were gathered at center court for the Jump Ball.
Thick Eyebrows was a little more gifted than Capela, after all, and he won the tip.
The Lakers passed the ball to Hield.
Playing point guard, Hield dribbled the ball upcourt.
Then he passed it to their point forward, Arthur.
That's right—Arthur played Small Forward, just like James, but did the work of a point guard.
That was why he was called a point forward.
Wang Yi was guarding Arthur directly.
After all, James's current foot speed was a little too slow to keep up with Arthur.
When the crowd saw Wang Yi matched up against Arthur on the very first possession, they all stood up.
Shaquille O'Neal, one of the commentators, nodded repeatedly. "The matchup we've been waiting for right from the first possession. This game's going to be good."
Arthur had been eager