Shirley followed Wang Yi's pointing finger. At the exit of the players' parking lot, the Raptors' team bus had just pulled out.
Hundreds of frenzied fans immediately surrounded the bus.
They didn't stop it. Instead, they walked alongside it, fists raised as they shouted:
"Fuck King!"
"Fuck King!"
"Fuck King!"
Seeing the bus emerge, other fans rushed over as well.
In no time, more than ten thousand fans had gathered around the Raptors' bus.
All at once, they waved their fists and shouted furious curses, their voices shaking the heavens:
"Fuck King!"
"Fuck King!"
"Fuck King!"
It was as if they might flip the bus over at any moment and smash every window.
Inside the bus, the Raptors' players and coaches were all secretly terrified.
If even one of these fans lost control and threw a rock at a window, the others would soon follow suit, and someone could easily get hurt.
Several players were already asking whether they should call the police.
Meanwhile, Wang Yi sat in Shirley's car, watching everything at his leisure.
He even remarked with a sigh:
"The Knicks' fans really know how to create an atmosphere."
Shirley had also figured it out by now.
The fans all thought Wang Yi was on the team bus, so they were surrounding it and shouting "Fuck King."
None of them had realized he was in her Beetle.
Wang Yi turned to Shirley and said:
"Come on, what are you waiting for? Let's go get something to eat."
Only then did Shirley snap out of it. She nodded and pressed down on the accelerator.
They slowly drove out of the parking lot, passing behind the frenzied fans, and headed for Chinatown.
As she drove, Shirley curiously glanced sideways at Wang Yi's handsome profile.
She was surprised by