Tagore glanced at the court with some reluctance, then looked at Wang Yi.
His original plan had been to get the other guy ejected by provoking him, while he himself would get no more than a Technical Foul.
At most, he'd get a Flagrant 1 Foul. He hadn't expected to be the one who got ejected.
Wang Yi saw the reluctance in Tagore's eyes too. He waved at him and said:
"Go without worry."
Tagore: "..."
The explosive confrontation had interrupted the game for a full 13 minutes.
After 13 minutes, both teams returned to the court.
The Raptors' lineup had changed again, and it had gotten even weaker.
Wang Yi, Little Iron, Zhang Yu, Dauding, and Charlie Hannum.
Out of this entire lineup, only Wang Yi could handle the ball and run the offense. Only Wang Yi could create scoring opportunities, and only Wang Yi could create his own shot.
The others not only couldn't create their own shots, but also had terrible shooting efficiency—with the exception of Zhang Yu.
Little Iron was especially bad. The fact that he'd earned the nickname Little Iron said it all.
Now Wang Yi had to lead this group with seven minutes left in the game and his team trailing by 22 points, and somehow turn things around.
It was easy to see how difficult that would be.
The Pistons had also adjusted their lineup.
Since their Power Forward, Duke Jin, had been taken out, they brought on their backup center, Joe Mashat.
That meant the two Spider-Men on the other side were still Antoine and Mashat.
Still, this was already much better than before.
Earlier, the two Spider-Men had spent long stretches double-teaming Wang Yi. Now, they would rarely be able to double-team him together.
And before, one of them would often