ESPN had spent so much money putting this show together. If anything went wrong, could he really take responsibility?
But Magic Johnson had been through his share of storms.
Since this guy had dismissed Wang Yi's wager, all Magic had to do now was change the subject. He couldn't let him keep making whatever comments he pleased about Wang Yi's bet.
Once Wang Yi came onstage, if the guy still showed him any disrespect, Magic could send him packing with a few words.
After all, he wasn't the star of the show.
With that in mind, Magic Johnson changed the subject.
"Davis, your story is all in your autobiography, and they even made it into a movie. I'd like to know how much of your autobiography and the movie is actually true."
"Did you really learn your card skills in high school?"
"After you won five million dollars in Las Vegas for the first time, did you really blow a million dollars at a nightclub in a single night? A million dollars would've been more than enough to buy the whole club."
The Gambling King, Davis, was still young. He shook his head with a smile. The curls on his head bounced with every shake, like a mass of springs gently trembling.
"It's artistic license. How much of it could really be true?"
"Actually, I didn't spend a million dollars at the club that night. I spent..."
Davis paused, then said smugly, "2.2 million."
Magic Johnson stared at the young man in astonishment. The audience let out a collective gasp.
"Good grief, he's insane!"
"Psycho! A complete psycho!"
"Satan, come take this guy away! I don't want to see him anymore!"
Davis clearly enjoyed their shock. He still looked pleased with himself.
He draped both arms over the back of