"What secret weapon could we possibly have? We've got nothing but death."
Wang Yi said it casually, as if they were chatting about everyday matters.
But when Anjiali turned to look at Wang Yi in the passenger seat, she saw excitement in his eyes.
It was the same kind of excitement he'd shown when he'd first joined the Kings, bringing a bunch of role players with him and saying they would make it to the Western Conference Finals.
Anjiali thought back to those days: when almost everyone had written off the Kings, Wang Yi had shown that same excitement and passion before the battle began.
Then she looked at Wang Yi today.
Just from his tone and facial expression, she could no longer see that same eager, itching-to-get-started Wang Yi from back then.
But the fighting spirit in his eyes, and those words he'd said—"We've got nothing but death"—were exactly the same as nearly seven years ago.
Back then, Wang Yi's motto had been, "If we don't die fighting, we'll fight to the death."
Today, it was "We've got nothing but death."
That simple sentence fully revealed the powerful fighting spirit and determination Wang Yi had when facing a stronger opponent with a weaker team.
If he had any secret weapon, it was that determination to fight to the death rather than die without a fight.
The tougher the game,
the stronger his fighting spirit and the greater his resolve.
Just like Wukong in Dragon Ball.
At the thought, Anjiali reached out her delicate hand and placed it over Wang Yi's.
Wang Yi gently moved her hand away and said coldly, "Women only slow down my draw!"
Anjiali rolled her eyes at him. "I was just trying to say that no matter what, I'll support you."
It was May