Hope of a Championship

With three minutes left in the third quarter, Doug Lambier was carried off the court.

At that moment, it truly felt like the whole world was celebrating.

People had come to watch basketball, not a fight.

That guy's presence had made the court look like a gladiatorial arena.

Now that he was off the court, the whole place seemed to feel a lot cleaner.

If anyone was unhappy to see Doug go, it was the Heat fans and Bill Lambier.

He watched Wang Yi on the court, but there was no anger or hatred in his eyes.

Only astonishment—utter astonishment.

An ordinary person would never have found that spot on the chest.

Even modern medicine hadn't discovered it.

He'd found through years of real-life combat that a hard blow to that spot could easily stop someone's heart.

He'd told only his son about it.

But before his son could even try it, he had fallen victim to the very same move.

What he never would have expected was that the person responsible would be Wang Yi.

As far as he knew, Wang Yi hadn't been a dirty player before.

It was hard for a player like that to discover such a spot.

How had Wang Yi even found it?

On the court, the Kings were leading the Heat by 11 points.

They had the advantage, but that didn't mean they were safe.

After Wang Yi made his free throw, the Heat went on offense.

They had their entire starting lineup on the court.

Lowry, Herro, Butler, and Adebayo—no one was sitting out.

There were just 15 minutes left in Game 7, and those 15 minutes would decide who won the championship.

They had to give it everything they had.

Butler knew that with Doug carried off the court, it was