After the game ended, Wang Yi returned to the hotel and began discussing with the Kings players what intelligence they had gathered from the game.
The other players hadn't uncovered anything valuable.
After all, the two teams had played seven games. By now, their cards were basically all on the table.
They had already used every ace up their sleeves, every hidden trick.
The analysts and experts had studied both teams' tactics and laid them bare. Even if they uncovered a little more, it would be nothing beyond the tactics everyone already knew.
But Wang Yi said to the players:
"I actually uncovered some very valuable intelligence."
At his words, the players edged closer, as if they were about to hear an earth-shattering secret.
Wang Yi continued, "The Spurs have a secret weapon, and they used it in the game just now."
"A secret weapon?"
"What? How could they have a secret weapon?"
"By Game 7, both teams have their cards on the table. They've used all their weapons, and all their dirty tricks and surprise plays have been exposed. The experts have analyzed them inside and out. They might as well cut open every player and coach and study them."
"Besides, in the game just now, they mostly used the same tactics as before. I didn't see them use any secret weapon."
The players were clearly confused.
Wang Yi continued, "Didn't you see the Spurs' center hit the final shot of the game from outside?"
Bond thought it over, then shook his head.
"Boss, throughout the series, including the five games in the first round, the Spurs' center never received the ball on the perimeter. Even when he did get it, he only passed it along. He never attacked from that spot. He took just one outside shot in