At that thought, he couldn't help feeling annoyed. His side had so many people—how could they let Wang Yi scare them? So he took a small step forward.
He stared straight at Wang Yi. "Wang, are you looking to get yourself killed?"
Wang Yi looked at the Baldy Tattooed Man, a faint smile on his lips. For the first time, his gaze focused on the man's eyes.
The two stared at each other.
They held each other's gaze for about three seconds.
After three seconds, Wang Yi said calmly, "Move."
Clearly, the Baldy Tattooed Man wasn't going to move just because Wang Yi told him to.
And after saying that, Wang Yi gave the Tattooed Man no time to think. He simply lifted his foot and walked forward.
The two of them were less than fifty centimeters apart.
All Wang Yi had to do was take one step, and he'd collide with the Tattooed Man face-to-face.
Yet when Wang Yi stepped forward, something nobody expected happened: the Tattooed Man actually turned sideways, leaving a gap for him to pass through.
The Raptors players and staff all froze at the sight.
In their eyes, Wang Yi's step forward had been far too risky. The Baldy Tattooed Man had come at them so aggressively—there was no way he'd move aside.
Wang Yi had still walked straight into him. That was a surefire way to start a fight.
So why had the Baldy Tattooed Man stepped aside?
What kind of move was that?
And it wasn't just them. The hundred or so Celtics fans behind them were all wearing stunned expressions.
The Baldy Tattooed Man's underlings were just as bewildered.
They'd come in so aggressively to demand an explanation from Wang Yi, but all he'd said was "Move," and their boss had moved?