At that thought, Wang Yi had already made up his mind.
If you show me no mercy, don't expect me to show you any.
The ball was still with the Raptors, and they were on offense.
As he ran, Wang Yi watched the other team's feet. But this time, they didn't try to step on or kick his ankle.
He knew it wasn't because they'd suddenly grown a conscience. They were just afraid of getting called for a foul.
If they wouldn't touch his feet while he was moving because they feared a foul, then they might try that move when he was jockeying for position later.
He'd have to stay alert.
With Locke's screen, Wang Yi got an open mid-range look and sank the jumper with ease.
But the shot caught head coach Charles Lee's sharp eye. Wang Yi had jumped noticeably lower than before.
He hadn't even really gotten off the ground. It was just a tip shot.
Clearly, Ultraman's kick had aggravated the injury to Wang Yi's right ankle. He could barely jump now.
The Hornets came back on offense.
The Raptors stayed in their 2-3 Zone Defense.
LaMelo Ball tried a three.
Perhaps the long halftime break had cooled off his shooting touch, because he missed.
The Raptors hurried to box out and let Wang Yi grab the rebound.
As the Hornets' center, Money Shower Brother, jockeyed for position, Big Locke seemed to shove him off balance. He stumbled toward Wang Yi.
Then he aimed his left foot at Wang Yi's right ankle and stomped down.
Wang Yi had been expecting that move. He slipped his right foot aside, dodged the stomp, grabbed the ball, and fired it upcourt.
Zhang Yu was wide open and dunked it with ease.
Back on offense, Ball Boy tried a