Doug caught the ball beyond the three-point line, still muttering under his breath:
"I can't believe I caught a pass from your filthy hands. Disgusting."
Wang Yi turned and shouted at Doug, "If you can play, then play. If you can't, get lost. Quit whining like some damn woman."
Doug got even angrier when he heard Wang Yi compare him to a woman.
"I don't need a pass from you, you bastard."
As he spoke, he casually tossed the ball toward the basket like he was throwing a plastic bag into a trash can. It was clear he was really furious.
He was skilled at psychological warfare, but the one thing a guy like him couldn't stand was being called unmanly. One could imagine how furious Wang Yi's words had made him.
De'Antoni, watching from the sidelines, saw him throw the ball like that and immediately clutched his head with both hands.
"Doug, what are you doing?"
The Kings players were stunned too. They all threw up their hands, as if to say, Doug, what the hell are you doing?
Barkley, watching from the sidelines, laughed and shook his head. "So this is the best duo you were talking about?"
But the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore. The ball Doug had casually tossed hit the rim, bounced on it five times, then somehow rolled and rattled its way into the basket.
Shaquille O'Neal burst out laughing and replied, "When Wang Yi was trapped, Doug used his body to shield him and even tugged at a defender, helping him break out of the double-team. Then Wang Yi drove into the paint, drew the defense, and passed to Doug, who caught it and scored. If that isn't the best duo, what is? I've never seen a play this clever."
Barkley rubbed