No one had expected Doug to suddenly show up here.
Only Wang Yi had.
It turned out that after Wang Yi had just hit a logo three, everyone else had assumed he was getting back on defense.
But Doug had studied Wang Yi countless times. He knew Wang Yi too well—even a glance was enough for him to know what Wang Yi was about to do.
From the way Wang Yi had looked at LaMelo Ball just now, he'd realized Wang Yi might press him full court.
So although Doug looked like he was getting back on defense, he was actually keeping an eye on things here. The moment Wang Yi threatened LaMelo Ball, Doug would rush over to trap him, forcing him into a backcourt eight-second violation.
What he hadn't expected was that things would go even better than he'd imagined.
Wang Yi had actually stolen the ball from LaMelo Ball.
Doug caught the ball and leaped up for a dunk beneath the empty basket.
He let out a roar.
Bam—
He slammed the ball through the hoop.
The combination of Wang Yi and Doug was so baffling that even the Kings players and head coach De'Anthony Mota were left staring in disbelief, let alone their opponents.
In all his years of coaching, he'd never seen a pair like this. Off the court, the two were sworn enemies.
But on the court, they could pull off plays with astonishing chemistry.
He didn't even know how to describe these two.
After landing, Doug looked at LaMelo Ball, who was sprawled on the floor, and casually tossed out, "You think you can play point guard like that? Who gave you the nerve?"
LaMelo Ball ignored him.
He'd been around the league for more than ten years by now.
Trash talk that