Mitchell heard Doug's words and instantly flew into a rage, starting to get up.
Wang Yi reached out and pressed down on Mitchell's shoulder.
He shook his head at Mitchell. "We'll deal with it once we get to Charlotte."
Mitchell had always treated Wang Yi's words like sacred orders.
He nodded.
But Dog, who had been sitting in the very back row the whole time, mocked him outright. "A team captain can't even handle one little troublemaker. Tch!"
Mitchell was absolutely fuming.
He shot to his feet and glared at Dog. "You're the biggest troublemaker here!"
Doug simply closed his eyes, not even bothering to respond to Mitchell.
As far as he was concerned, Mitchell wasn't even in the same league as him.
Everyone shook their heads.
One troublemaker on a team was already enough of a headache.
Now the Kings had two. Just thinking about it gave them a headache.
Wang Yi was, in fact, feeling a little overwhelmed himself.
If this had been the Regular Season, he would have had plenty of time to deal with these two troublemakers.
But the Finals were just around the corner, and the first two games were especially important for the Kings.
If he mishandled things, they could lose those first two games before they even got started.
He rubbed the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.
He pondered how to deal with the two troublemakers.
The rest of the trip passed in silence. By the time they boarded the plane, landed in Charlotte, and reached the hotel, the players' spirits had sunk far below what they'd been when they first got on the bus.
Wang Yi couldn't help muttering to himself, "One rotten apple spoils the whole barrel."
Sacramento was more than 3,600 kilometers from Charlotte, and the flight