Cuban, the boss of the Mavericks, excitedly raised his fists in front of the camera and shouted:

"YEA~~~~~~~~~~~~~~YES! Magician, this is our magician!"

Magic is the nickname everyone on the Mavericks team calls Doncic.

The drunkard’s friends also raised their fists and waved them, shouting:

"Magic is the best player in the league today!"

"Kick the Lakers' trash ass!"

"Let that Oriental guy crawl off the field crying!"

The insults reached Wang Yi's ears, and the fierceness in his eyes gradually turned into bloodthirsty!

The Lakers attacked and James dribbled the ball past half court.

Wang Yi had just passed halftime, his foot was still on the blue and white horse head-shaped logo of the Mavericks in the center circle, and he opened his hand for the ball.

The determination and sharpness of his eyes made James slightly stunned.

I have never seen Wang Yi like this.

At the same time, he also knew that Wang Yi would definitely go on a killing spree today.

He stretched out his hand and passed the ball.

Wang Yi received the ball, and Hardaway, the Mavericks guard guarding him, was still far away from the three-point line.

Wang Yi did not hesitate at all.

He raised his hand and threw the ball.

Everyone at the scene was stunned.

Shooting a LOGO three-pointer on the first shot of the game?

How could anyone play like this?

Even Curry wouldn't play like this.

Lakers head coach Vogel's eyes widened even more and he shouted from the sidelines: "Wang, what are you doing?"

Although he also knew that Wang Yi was angered, no matter how angry he was, he would not act like this as soon as he got angry.

Whoosh!
Chapter completed!