Budenholzer saw that the Kings had put all their starters back in. He hesitated for a moment.
After all, Wang Yi had created too many miracles.
Now that the meat was practically at his lips, he couldn't let it get away.
So he planned to put all his starters back in at the next dead ball.
The Kings inbounded.
Just like before, no one went to guard Wang Yi.
Wang Yi dribbled across half court without any resistance, then stepped on the Logo.
He let it fly.
All the Bucks fans in the arena saw this and booed in unison.
"Boooo—"
Wang Yi had taken Logo threes more than once or twice. He had been quite accurate from the Logo in the past, but in the first three games of this series, he had gone 0-for-7 on Logo threes.
Tonight, he was 0-for-2.
And he was still taking them?
Did he want the Kings to lose even faster?
Amid the deafening boos from the crowd,
the ball sailed over everyone's heads like a javelin hurtling toward the rim.
It was exactly like the shot at the start of the third quarter.
But the result was completely different.
Swish!
Nothing but net.
The ball sent the net fluttering backward.
The spectators in the arena saw the Logo three go in, but none of them seemed to care much.
Instead, they all scoffed in unison.
"Pfft!"
A sharpshooter like Wang Yi
couldn't be expected to miss every shot. Up to this point in the series,
he was 1-for-10 on Logo threes. That was already a very good outcome for the Bucks.
So what if they let him make one?
With that mindset, the Bucks began to inbound the ball.
Mitchell once again used the same old trick, hiding himself outside every player's