The moment Wang Yi said that, the scene fell utterly silent.
All 100-plus passengers stared blankly at Wang Yi.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on him, as if they wanted to pierce his flesh and see straight into his heart.
A moment later, a bald middle-aged man said in English:
"This guy..."
A girl in her twenties beside him clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white. In a low voice, she said, "Now that's the Wang Yi I know!"
An old man in his seventies, his head full of silver hair, muttered something in Italian:
"Without a doubt, Wang Yi is the greatest player in NBA history. There's no one else even close."
M, holding a diamond-studded Desert Eagle nearby, had stars in her eyes.
"You're so cool, Wang. This is the side of you I love! If we weren't on opposing sides, I'd really want to have a once-in-a-lifetime romance with you."
The armed bandits surrounding them were also impressed by Wang Yi's courage.
He could have walked away, but instead he was willing to stake his life to help his companion.
To people who had seen death countless times, someone like that seemed impossible in this world.
Their leader, Bearded Man, nodded with a smile. "Good, very good. Then let's begin this wager, with two lives on the line."
He then made a gentlemanly little flourish with his right hand in front of his chest and gestured for Wang Yi to proceed.
Wang Yi stepped up to the free-throw line once more.
He took a deep breath, then let it out.
Although two lives were on the line this time, his earlier meditation and the confidence he'd built by making five consecutive free throws had left him feeling sure of himself. He was even a little excited.