Xiao Qiao pump-faked a shot and drew a foul on Doug.
Doug, who was usually the one drawing fouls, had now been caught by Xiao Qiao.
That was Xiao Qiao's specialty. When the opponent was playing very physically, he wouldn't challenge them head-on. Instead, he'd do everything he could to draw a foul.
Back when he was with the Kings, he'd relied on this move to help the team get through several tough spots in the Playoffs.
Now, facing Doug, he'd used it again.
Xiao Qiao stepped to the free-throw line and made both shots.
Wang Yi immediately started trash-talking Doug:
"Even my little brother can crush you, and you're talking to me about betting on defense? That's it?"
Doug didn't react at all to Wang Yi's trash talk. Xiao Qiao, on the other hand, panicked.
"Hey, hey, hey, boss, please don't trash-talk him! He'll take it out on me. You're setting me up!"
Wang Yi chuckled. "Exactly. I'm setting you up."
Xiao Qiao was speechless.
After Wang Yi provoked him, Doug really did turn up the pressure on Xiao Qiao.
He started throwing in all sorts of sly elbows and dirty tricks.
Under Doug's defense, Xiao Qiao could barely move.
He'd thought of himself as one of the league's top centers, and a very strong one at that. But compared to Dog, he suddenly felt like nothing.
In fact, Xiao Qiao had no idea that Morant was having an even harder time.
It wasn't just that Wang Yi made sure Morant couldn't get the ball. Even when Morant managed to receive a pass now and then, Wang Yi either stripped him immediately or swatted his shot into the stands.
Even the few rare shots Morant got off in front of Wang Yi all missed.
It felt strange to shoot