Wang Yi stood there with his aura in full force, radiating an imposing presence.
Under the pressure of his powerful presence, the players could barely bring themselves to look up.
Head coach Dako and the two assistant coaches, Nash and Gao Feng, were also awed by Wang Yi's presence.
In all their years of coaching, they had never seen a player with such a lionlike presence.
Coach Dako finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Wang Yi's way of winning the players over was simple and rough, but there was no denying how intimidating he was.
It might not be as persuasive as winning people over through virtue, but at least the other players wouldn't dare cause trouble openly anymore.
Just as everyone was still reeling from Wang Yi's imposing presence, a voice suddenly rang out from among the players. "I'll give it a try."
This voice wasn't as forceful or full of fighting spirit as Charlie Hunnam's and Dante's had been.
If anything, it sounded a little timid.
Wang Yi found it strange. Anyone who dared to challenge him should at least put on a bold front, even if they were all talk. But this voice sounded so timid. Why would its owner challenge him?
He turned to look at the speaker.
The man had long, curly hair tied back behind his head.
Only a single curl was left hanging over the left side of his forehead.
His hairstyle was clearly modeled after Michael Jackson's.
But his face and complexion were very different from Michael Jackson's.
He had a typical square face.
And a sturdy build.
He was about 2.05 meters tall.
To an ordinary person, he was a typical hulking giant.
"Aleksandar Frank?"
Head coach Dako looked surprised.
Aleksandar Frank had been the team's backup Small Forward