After Wang Yi caught the ball, Little Rivers immediately rushed over to help defend him, while King Arthur chased after him too. Wang Yi dribbled toward the top of the key.
But halfway there, he suddenly spun around at incredible speed, slipping past Little Rivers in an instant.
He drove along the baseline toward the paint.
As Wang Yi charged into the paint, the other Raptors were making their own moves.
Dauding used his not particularly broad shoulders to wedge Jokic away, helping Wang Yi carve out a path.
Hachimura, Frank, and Zhang Jiacheng took their spots outside the three-point line: in the corners on either side and at the top of the key, ready to receive a pass from Wang Yi.
In that situation, Wang Yi could have gone for a layup, but he didn't.
He ran into King Arthur, Little Rivers, Aleksandar, and Jokic, who were closing in on him beneath the basket. So Wang Yi leaped beyond the baseline and whipped the ball toward Frank in the right corner.
Frank looked a little dazed as he caught the ball, but then he remembered what the boss had just said: whoever got the ball had to shoot.
He gritted his teeth, dribbled once, and adjusted his stance.
With every Knicks player focused on Wang Yi, Frank was wide open. No one was within fifteen feet of him, leaving him plenty of room to dribble and set himself.
Meanwhile, a fan shouted from the sideline, "No, no, no, no!"
"Oh, God, why pass it to him?"
"It's him again! He almost ruined Wang's 30-30-30, and now he's back?"
The shouts seemed to make Frank hesitate. But when he looked at the boss, he saw him pointing at the basket and yelling, "You damn well better shoot!"
Frank's eyes grew