At that moment, the Knicks fans fell somewhat silent.
Some were still shouting "Fuck King," but they no longer had the same energy as before.
Wang Yi strolled over to Spike Lee, the fans' representative.
Smiling, he asked Spike Lee, "Are you satisfied with those stats?"
Spike Lee stood up and glared at Wang Yi. "You can have this one. We'll take the next game back, and in the end, we'll definitely eliminate you!"
Wang Yi scoffed and ignored him.
Anyone could talk tough. Having the ability to back it up was what really mattered.
As for Spike Lee, Wang Yi didn't believe he could make good on his words.
Wang Yi then gave a courtside interview.
Afterward, as he returned to the locker room, Dauding handed him a basketball with both hands.
"Boss, this is the game ball."
Wang Yi reached out and took it.
A game ball from a 30+30+30 performance certainly meant a lot to him.
He already had more than fifty basketballs in his collection at home.
Each one commemorated a special stat line he had achieved.
Wang Yi thanked him and put the ball in his locker.
When he turned around, he noticed that Frank wasn't among the players celebrating with him.
Whenever Wang Yi had a great game, Frank was usually the first to come over and congratulate him. What was going on today?
Wang Yi parted the crowd and looked around.
Frank was sitting in front of his locker with his head bowed, looking dejected.
Wang Yi thought it over for a moment and understood.
He walked over to Frank. "What's wrong?"
Frank didn't dare look up, and his voice was quieter than usual. "Boss, I'm useless. I almost cost you your thirtieth assist."
Wang Yi placed a hand on Frank's shoulder. "Hey,