On TV, Wang Yi said calmly:
"The haters always say I only dare to dominate the West and don't have the guts to take on the Wild East. Fine, now I'm here. Let's show the East what a wild Wang Yi looks like."
Wang Yi's words were downright arrogant.
You say the East is wild and I don't dare to go there?
Well, now I'm going to the East to show that so-called Wild East what a wild Wang Yi looks like.
Anyone else who said this would get torn apart by the audience. But when Wang Yi said it, no one could argue with him anymore.
Ten years, eight championships, eight FMVPs.
He had the ability to back up those bold words.
And now, when the stars across the East heard what Wang Yi had said, one by one, they frowned.
Doncic laughed and swore. "How does that damn guy keep showing up everywhere?"
King Arthur's expression was grave. He said nothing.
Morant had just finished showering. His little dreadlocks were still damp, hanging over his shoulders.
When he heard Wang Yi's words, the towel he'd been about to use to dry his hair fell straight to the floor. "Is that damn guy targeting me?"
As for Wemby, Ball, Jokic, Embiid, and all the other Eastern stars, every one of them looked exasperated.
"Damn Bales, damn Nicholas, damn Pippen, damn Pierce. Of all the things you could've said, you had to say he didn't dare come to the East. Well, now he's here. Which one of you is going to take responsibility?"
At that moment, Chinese netizens burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha! Pierce and the others ran their mouths for a moment's satisfaction, but now every star in the East is going to suffer for it! Hahahaha!"
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