Redick was completely stunned. "What the fuck?"
"You're leading by 30 points!"
"And you're still not taking your starters out?"
"Fine, maybe you're keeping the other starters in, but LeBron James is 37 years old! You're not even letting him rest?"
"Are you trying to kill us?"
In that instant, JJ Redick actually started to panic.
All the Lakers players stared in surprise at the five Raptors players across from them, especially Wang Yi.
Doncic (Dongzi) felt his scalp tingle. "No way."
"I'm still out there because I have no choice."
"If I don't fight during these last few minutes, this game is completely over."
"But you're already 37, and you're the offensive centerpiece of your team. You're still out there? Have you no shame?"
King Arthur felt his scalp tingle, too.
Wang Yi really was his natural-born nemesis.
Even in a situation like this, he still wouldn't rest?
He really wasn't leaving anyone the slightest chance.
As for Little Rivers, he was a notch below the other two. Facing Wang Yi felt like standing before a towering mountain.
And now, that mountain wasn't giving them a moment to catch their breath. It was unleashing a devastating landslide, ready to crush them at its base.
Once they were back on the court, the Raptors had the first possession.
Wind Tiger Tagore dribbled into the frontcourt.
Wang Yi bent his knees and lowered his center of gravity, using Baturu's sturdy frame as a screen as he slipped around the interior defense.
His steps were ghostlike as he cut along the baseline, instantly shaking off King Arthur's relentless defense and settling into the left corner.
The moment he caught the ball with both hands, he turned smoothly to face the basket and pushed off the floor with the tip of his right