The three teams that had placed first, second, and third heard Wang Yi's taunt, and anger surged through them.
They all pointed at Wang Yi and shouted furiously.
"Bakayarou!"
"You bastard! How dare you talk such nonsense here!"
Yoyogi, in particular,
pointed at Wang Yi and cursed, "You ill-mannered guy! You come to our turf and talk about wrecking our place? That's absolutely outrageous!"
Wang Yi had no idea what these guys were saying.
He wanted to tell them that if they weren't convinced, they could challenge him, but since they'd just finished playing, he wouldn't take advantage of them. He'd face them tomorrow morning instead.
But he didn't understand a word of Japanese, so he simply stopped talking.
He grabbed a basketball from the side.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he jumped down from the podium and walked over to the edge of the court.
He raised his index finger and pointed arrogantly at Yoyogi, the champion team standing on the podium.
Then he held his right hand flat and sharply drew it across his neck: a throat-slashing gesture.
They might not share a language, but anyone who wasn't blind could understand what Wang Yi meant.
The entire Yoyogi Park court erupted in an uproar.
"Baka—!"
"Bakayarou! That guy's way too arrogant!"
"He comes to our turf to wreck our place? Yoyogi, beat him up!"
Seeing this from below the podium, Shen Yanchao lowered his head and covered his face with his hand.
Wang Yi really knew how to get into trouble.
At the same time, he couldn't help worrying about Wang Yi.
Wang Yi had recently beaten Nakagawa Ichiro badly.
Many people in Japan already detested Wang Yi.
On top of that, at the Asian Games, he had crushed three Japanese athletes who'd been strong favorites to win gold