Old Master Bo saw Wang Yi talking with Danny, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. A cold sweat broke out all over him.
He looked at Wang Yi, then at Danny.
He was certain that Wang Yi was planning to do exactly what he himself had in mind.
So, before Wang Yi could take his second free throw, he hurried onto the court, called Hugo, their Defensive Player of the Year, over to the side, and leaned close to his ear to give him a few instructions.
Hugo nodded.
Meanwhile, the cameramen clearly captured both Wang Yi and Danny talking, as well as Old Master Bo speaking with Hugo.
The referee administering the free throws held up two fingers and pointed forward, signaling that Wang Yi could take his second shot.
Wang Yi had also seen Popo talking with Hugo. His brow furrowed slightly.
He'd been a little too careless just now.
It seemed Old Master Bo had figured out what he was planning.
That was how it went when masters faced off. Sometimes, all it took was a look for your opponent to guess what you were about to do.
But there was no choice. Even if his plan had been figured out, he still had to go through with it. After all, the Kings' best three-point shooter besides him was Danny.
Even though his plan had been seen through, he could only grit his teeth and press on.
Wang Yi stepped to the free-throw line and, unusually, dribbled twice.
Then he raised the ball and snapped his wrist.
He put considerably more power into this shot than usual.
The ball flew almost flat toward the hoop.
It struck the front rim and immediately bounced back toward Wang Yi.
That was exactly what he wanted.
He had