Yesterday, after the pain had subsided in the hospital, David Hiller had carefully thought through what had happened and finally realized that Dog had played him.
This had made him furious.
He'd immediately called the police. "...That damn bastard, that murderer—he belongs behind bars!"
But after looking into the matter, the police hadn't come. They thought it was ridiculous that he'd been injured during his own team's practice and had still called them. What the hell?
David Hiller was seething.
As soon as he could walk, he'd find the Kings players and get them to testify for him.
At that moment, David Hiller was lying in his hospital bed, watching the press conference.
When he saw Wang Yi, Danny, and the coach all say that the injury had happened during practice, without mentioning Doug's deliberate attack on him at all—
His teeth ground with anger as he kept cursing under his breath. "Those two bastards! That damn old man, lying through his teeth!"
"You bunch of assholes deserve to go to hell!"
"Once I get the others to testify, I'll make sure you all go to hell—"
Outside the hospital room, a nurse was carrying a tray and about to enter.
Hearing the sudden shouting, she quietly turned around and left.
At the pregame press conference, Wang Yi hadn't planned to say anything provocative about the Hornets.
But when a reporter asked him, "Do you think you'll ultimately beat the Hornets?"
Wang Yi answered without hesitation. "Of course."
He couldn't exactly say, I don't think we can beat the Hornets.
The reporter followed up. "Then by what margin do you think you'll beat them? 4–3, 4–2, 4–1, or 4–0?"
Wang Yi replied crisply, "4–2 at most!"
He knew the reporter was setting a trap for him, but sometimes you