Based on the crimes she had committed, she should have been sentenced to life in prison, or at least many years. She might even have been executed.
But for some reason, she was here now.
At this moment, her eyes flickered, and her lips trembled slightly.
She did not join the crowd in chanting MVP.
She only murmured softly:
"No wonder he's the man M has her eye on."
Meanwhile, in the Pistons' Resting Area, head coach Billups stood by the court, looking at Wang Yi with deep admiration in his eyes.
Billups was also a player from that iron-blooded era. He often felt nostalgic for those days and missed them dearly.
But in all these years, no player like those from that era had appeared again.
And now, in an NBA where every player treated cleverness, self-preservation, and protecting their own bodies as their guiding principles, Wang Yi had disregarded his injuries and his career, resolutely returning to the court.
A player like that deserved respect.
On the court, Antoine watched Wang Yi limp back onto the floor and felt the urge to immediately go over and check on him.
He had even taken two steps forward.
It was the Power Forward beside him, Deng Dute, who pulled Antoine back.
"Antoine, I know he's your idol, but we're opponents now. Opponents in the Finals!"
Only then did Antoine come back to his senses. He could only bury his concern and his greeting deep in his heart.
Then the game resumed, with the Lakers on offense.
Akur immediately moved to the top of the three-point arc, trying to draw Antoine out.
Sure enough, Antoine took the bait.
He followed Akur to the top of the three-point arc.
Meanwhile, Wang Yi limped toward the basket.
The opposing Point Guard, LaMelo Ball,