"I mean you two. You're both trash!"
Wang Yi faced Doug and Wemby and said calmly.
Then he turned and walked away.
Wemby was both furious and confused.
It wasn't strange for Wang Yi to trash-talk him.
But why had he insulted Doug too?
Doug, meanwhile, didn't react at all. He'd been called trash by too many people already.
Even his own father had called him trash. "Doug, you're nothing but trash!"
So Doug had long since developed a thick skin.
He merely glanced at Wemby and snorted.
"You got blocked by a midget. That's embarrassing as hell!"
Wemby was burning with anger.
He clenched his fists, silently swearing that he'd make those two pay.
Wang Yi's block had Shaquille O'Neal and Barkley on the sidelines fired up.
"Oh my God, a 6'4" guy blocked a 7'4" giant. Unbelievable!"
"I'd imagined a play like that, but I never dared hope it would actually happen in a matchup between these two teams. And now it has!"
Barkley went on, "A little guy blocking a giant is a rare sight." It took more than just incredible leaping ability—it also required a huge amount of luck. Wang Yi's fans ought to be satisfied with seeing him block Wemby once this game.
But the moment he finished speaking, he ate his words.
Wemby was now pushing the fast break.
The 7'4" giant was actually dribbling the ball down the court.
Doug kept using his body to bump him, trying to disrupt his rhythm and keep him from getting an easy layup.
Still, Wemby changed his dribbling rhythm and got past Doug.
Then he tried to scoop the ball up with his left hand beneath the basket.
But just then, Wang Yi came flying in from behind and slapped the ball hard.
He pinned it