Wang Yi was knocked to the ground when King Arthur rammed his chest into him. Far from getting angry, he wore a mocking smile.
Arthur had shown a little restraint just now. At least he hadn't shoved Wang Yi with his hands.
If he had, Wang Yi could've gotten him a second-degree flagrant foul and an ejection, at the very least.
Wang Yi was even more restrained. He didn't taunt Arthur verbally at all, just looked at him with a mocking smile.
That way, he could keep getting under Arthur's skin without giving the referees anything to call.
I didn't touch him, and I didn't say a word. I just smiled. You can't call a technical foul for that.
You're not referee Crawford, and I'm not Rookie No. 21.
Just as Wang Yi had expected, the referee blew his whistle at once. Several other referees rushed over and restrained King Arthur.
The coaching staffs of both teams also hurried onto the court and separated Wang Yi and Arthur.
The crowd was already furious.
After all, Wang Yi was Sacramento's hero.
Before Wang Yi arrived, Sacramento had never won a championship. Ever since he came along, Sacramento had won one every time he took the court.
He had practically become a totem for the city of Sacramento.
Now some other guy had come to Sacramento and dared to lay hands on their city's totem, their hero. How the hell were they supposed to put up with that?
The crowd immediately raised their hands and shouted abuse.
"Coward Arthur!"
"Get out of Sacramento!"
"Coward Arthur!"
"Get out of Sacramento!"
The security guards stood tensely with their backs to the court and their faces to the crowd, ready to stop any enraged fans from rushing onto the floor.
Arthur returned to the