In the Training Hall at the Jordan Grand Hotel, Wang Yi continued addressing the players:
"Anyone who gives it a little thought will know how Jordan is going to fly into a rage after this game, chewing out the players and even the head coach."
"There's a saying in China: 'A desperate army will win.' In their grief and anger, they'll definitely fight harder. They'll be fierce in the next game, with the kind of determination to win even if it costs them their lives."
"What we have to do is stay united and withstand their first wave of offense and defense. Once we get through that first wave, their momentum will gradually fade."
"So I expect every player to take every drill seriously and complete it properly!"
Under Wang Yi's strict orders, the players who had been fooling around stopped, and those who had been grinning from ear to ear all grew serious.
Anyone walking into the Training Hall then would have seen Kings players with solemn expressions and grave faces.
Someone who didn't know better might have thought the Hornets had crushed them by 45 points in the last game.
In fact, Michael Jordan, the Hornets' owner, really was in the Hornets' home Training Hall at that moment, chewing out the players.
From the head coach down to the bench players, every single person got an earful from Jordan.
And not one of the players dared talk back.
Everyone knew how forceful Jordan could be. Anyone who dared argue with him would be met with another round of scathing abuse.
Of course, while Jordan was tearing into them, each player was also burning with resentment.
They had all made up their minds to devour the Kings in the next game.
Especially Wemby.
As the league's top center, he'd