Wang Yi directly opened his mouth and loudly said something to Pang Bo and Wang Le in Chinese.
Then he said something in Chinese to Zhang Yu beside him.
He was clearly discussing tactics.
The Pistons players beside them all pricked up their ears to listen.
But almost none of them could understand Chinese. Even Antoine had learned a little Chinese, but only simple phrases like hello and thank you.
He could not understand Wang Yi at all.
That was the advantage of having an entire Lakers roster of players from China. When they communicated tactics on the court, they did not have to worry about their opponents overhearing them.
At this moment, every spectator in the arena was tense.
Billups kept his eyes fixed on Antoine.
Then he looked at Wang Yi.
He did not know what Wang Yi was telling his teammates.
But he knew that in these final three seconds, Wang Yi would never surrender without a fight.
Wang Yi had hit far too many game-winners in the final moment.
If Antoine made this free throw, Wang Yi would have only three seconds left. How could he possibly hit the game-winner?
The Lakers had no timeouts left. They could only inbound from the backcourt.
Starting from the backcourt and advancing into the frontcourt for a shot in three seconds—
It was not impossible, but it was extremely difficult.
But Billups quickly realized that Wang Yi did not need to dribble from the backcourt into the frontcourt.
Because Wang Yi could shoot from the backcourt.
At one point, his Backcourt Three-pointer shooting percentage had reached 40%.
That was a terrifying number.
Even though Wang Yi was already forty-six, even though his stamina was completely spent, they absolutely could not let him casually take a Backcourt Three-pointer.
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