He pointed at Wang Liang with one hand and lifted his chin. "Kid, you've been used by Wang Yi, you know that? He dragged you out as a human shield. But I, Shiraha Otoko, have no mercy. If you're going to be used as a human shield, you'd better be ready to get crushed!"
Wang Yi almost burst out laughing at that. Had this guy watched too many edgy manga? That line was seriously cringey.
Seeing how arrogant Shiraha Otoko was, Wang Liang seemed a little intimidated.
He didn't even dare look Shiraha Otoko in the eye. Instead, he instinctively took a step back, looking frightened.
The spectators watching were so frustrated with him they could barely stand it. The viewers in the livestream chat were just as irritated.
"What the hell are you scared of? Brother Yi told you to play, so just do it! You're facing a Japanese guy—what the hell are you scared of?"
"If it were me, even if I couldn't play basketball, as long as Brother Yi sent me out there, I'd fight with everything I had to take a pound of flesh off that Japanese guy!"
"Watching this is pissing me off so much. What are you scared of? I'm counting to three—get out there and take him on!"
"Brother Yi really misjudged him. That kid just isn't cut out for basketball."
The red-haired Shiraha Otoko strutted a few steps forward and said to Wang Liang, "Hey, kid, go fetch the ball!"
Wang Liang instinctively started to retrieve it, but stopped himself and looked back at his parents.
Uncle Wang was furious. His eyes bored into Wang Liang like nails. "Why are you looking at me? Tell that Japanese guy to fetch it himself!"
Wang Liang glanced at Wang Yi, too. Wang Yi had