Wang Yi turned to look at the renowned director Spike Lee.
Spike Lee looked to be only about five-foot-seven.
He wore an oversized Knicks jersey, a Knicks baseball cap, and a thick gold chain around his neck.
His expression was incredibly arrogant.
Wang Yi couldn't help smiling. "Have you forgotten how I've been beating your Knicks all these years?"
At that, the director's expression froze.
Over the years, Wang Yi's teams had lost to other teams during the Regular Season, but never to the Knicks. Not once.
The reason was that whenever Wang Yi's team faced the Knicks, Spike Lee would sit courtside and keep running his mouth, trying to rile him up.
That always made Wang Yi go all out against the Knicks.
Whenever he faced them, he didn't just make sure to win—he won by at least twenty points.
His biggest victory had been by fifty-seven points.
So it was fair to say that Knicks fans hated Wang Yi to the bone, and the renowned director Spike Lee hated him so much he could eat him alive.
And unlike fans of other teams, New York fans didn't learn after seeing Wang Yi beat them that they shouldn't provoke him during games. An angry Wang Yi was terrifying.
But New York fans were incredibly proud.
Whenever Wang Yi faced the Knicks, it was practically a massacre, and they hated him to the bone.
So every time they saw Wang Yi, they hurled all kinds of trash talk at him. Online and courtside, fans glaring daggers at him were everywhere, and you could hear them shouting "Fuck Wang!" or "Wang, I'm your daddy!"
Now that the Knicks were up 2–0 and Wang Yi had come to their home court, they naturally showered him with abuse, pouring all their anger and