By the time Wang Yi finished speaking, the reporters at the scene mostly agreed with him.
Nearly twenty thousand people had spent the entire game insulting Wang Yi.
And "murderer" was one of the milder things they'd called him.
Some of the nastier insults were racist, like "Yellow Rat" and "yellow monkey."
If an ordinary person had been cursed at like that, they would've started fighting with those fans right then and there.
The only reason Wang Yi hadn't fought back was that, as a star player, he was bound by all the NBA's rules and regulations.
But that didn't mean he could just swallow the insult.
Now that the game was over, it was perfectly normal for Wang Yi to curse them right back.
However, the NBA had rules, too. No matter the reason, Wang Yi had violated them by insulting the fans.
And the consequences could be severe.
At that point, a reporter from Boston couldn't sit still. He raised his hand and asked:
"Wang, as a star player, as the biggest Superstar in today's NBA, and as a Superstar with nearly two billion fans around the world, you insulted the fans here in front of the Nationwide Live Broadcast, nearly ten million fans across the United States, and hundreds of millions of fans around the world. You've completely violated the NBA's rules, and what you did was immoral and unacceptable."
"Don't you think your words and actions went too far? Do you think you've done right by the fans who like you? Don't you think you'll set a bad example for children?"
When the reporter finished, the room fell silent. Everyone looked at Wang Yi.
They wanted to see how he would answer.
Wang Yi glanced sideways at the reporter. "So stars are supposed to let people