Everyone had come today to demand an explanation from Wang Yi, not to fight for their lives.
At the same time, he saw the Baldy Tattooed Man and his hundred-plus followers coming up behind the Raptors players.
He looked toward the Baldy Tattooed Man and saw him watching Wang Yi's expression with lingering fear in his eyes.
That made the Lip stud man even more afraid, and he stepped aside.
Once the first person moved, the Celtics fans who met Wang Yi's gaze also began making way for him.
The Raptors players, especially the staff, were trembling as they squeezed through the passage the crowd had opened, afraid someone might suddenly attack.
At last, they reached the entrance to the Player Tunnel—and froze again.
A vast crowd filled the area outside, with what looked like more than a thousand people.
The furious Celtics fans had surrounded the entire Player Tunnel, all the way to the team bus.
Wang Yi walked at the very front, dragging his injured right foot and limping forward, one step at a time.
Every fan whose eyes met his made way for him.
The other furious Celtics fans on the outskirts didn't understand why the crowd was opening a path, but seeing so many people step aside, they realized something was going on.
Their shouts gradually died down. By the time Wang Yi led the team to the bus, the Celtics fans had fallen completely silent.
Eric opened the bus door, and Wang Yi slowly climbed aboard. Eric was trembling.
As Wang Yi passed him, he reached out and lightly patted him on the shoulder.
He said nothing, but the gesture helped Eric, the bus driver, calm down.
The other teams didn't have regular bus drivers.
Whenever they traveled to another city to play, they hired