Chapter 15

Huh?

A group of big shots exchanged glances, their faces filled with anger, and their hearts echoed: What the heck, do you really think you're Jordan? We can win without you.

No one was willing to apologize, after all, it was a matter of losing face.

Yang Mo, seeing the tense atmosphere, was not in a hurry. He chuckled and said calmly, "I don't really care, whether I get the bonus or not is not my concern. But I did hear that if we don't win a single game, the money you get is just for travel expenses, right?"

Yang Mo's words hit the nail on the head. Everyone was here for the money, and the contract clearly stated that the first place would get a total bonus of ten million, while the fourth place would get a labor fee of three thousand each.

No one cared about the three thousand yuan; everyone was here for the ten million bonus.

"Whoever led the isolation, come out and apologize to me. I've said my piece, you decide whether you want to save face or the real money."

Yang Mo said this and sat to the side, humming a tune, looking extremely relaxed.

Yang Mo had hit their weak spot, knowing their lineup had issues. Without a strong defense in the paint, no matter how good the perimeter players were, they couldn't win. Moreover, their perimeter players weren't even better than the opponents. Yang Mo was the most crucial link for the Jin Ding team. With him on the bench, there was no chance of winning. If he was on the court, they could still fight, especially since the Ming Yang team had no foreign players, and they had Harris.

A few national team players discussed and decided not to back down and not to apologize to Yang Mo; they couldn't swallow their pride.

Although Wang Yuhuai sincerely wanted Yang Mo to play, he ultimately had to follow the majority. He waved his hand, and Harris came in, while Zhu Fangyu went out.

The game continued, and Harris' entry bolstered the Jin Ding team's perimeter offense, but the paint was still being torn apart by Yi Jianlian and **. Harris couldn't defend Yi Jianlian, given the significant height difference, and Yi Jianlian's athleticism was no less than his.

Thus, by the end of the first quarter, the gap had widened even more, 32-17, a fifteen-point deficit.

During the break, Yang Mo sat on the bench, not in a hurry, humming even louder. He was waiting for those guys to come and apologize when they couldn't hold on any longer.

Yang Mo wasn't in a hurry, but Zhou Yiyi was extremely anxious. She sat on the stands, fidgeting like an ant on a hot pan, repeatedly thinking: What's going on, why isn't Brother Mo playing? I've invited the Miami Heat scout; if he doesn't play, my money will be wasted.

When she was anxious, she couldn't help but glance at the blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man sitting on the sidelines. He was already yawning, clearly finding the game boring.

"What to do? What to do??" Zhou Yiyi wanted to run to the bench and remind Wang Yuhuai to quickly put Yang Mo in.

How could Wang Yuhuai not want to put Yang Mo in? After all, it was about how much money he could get. But he couldn't bring himself to say it, fearing he would offend people.

So, in the second quarter, Yang Mo still didn't play.

After the game resumed, the score continued to widen. Three minutes before halftime, someone finally couldn't take it anymore. The players on the court called a timeout, and a few national team players gathered for a small meeting. In the end... Wang Shipeng, with a pained expression, walked towards Yang Mo.

There was no choice; for everyone's benefit, he had to sacrifice his pride. After all, it was about ten million, and no one wanted to leave with just three thousand.

Wang Shipeng walked to Yang Mo's side and reluctantly whispered, "I'm sorry."

"What??" Yang Mo deliberately shouted, "I can't hear you."

Yang Mo's loud shout immediately drew the attention of everyone around, and the audience in the first five rows stood up to look.

Seeing this, Wang Shipeng was extremely angry. He wanted to turn and walk away, ignoring this 'little man who had achieved success.' But when he turned back, the other players were looking at him with a 'sacrifice the small me for the greater good' expression. For everyone's benefit, and for his own (the national team players had agreed to give him an extra two hundred thousand for apologizing), he decided to go all out and loudly said, "I'm sorry!"

Yang Mo chuckled and said, "What do you mean by a simple 'I'm sorry'?"

"Don't push your luck," Wang Shipeng said through gritted teeth.

"You don't have to apologize," Yang Mo shrugged, completely ignoring his anger.

"You..." Wang Shipeng wanted to explode but held back for the sake of the money. He gritted his teeth and apologized, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have led the isolation. Now, please come on the court, let's win the game, okay?"

"No," Yang Mo firmly shook his head and said, "If you're on the court, I'll have to sit on the bench. Playing with you makes me feel sick."

"Don't go too far..." Wang Shipeng was about to curse, but a few national team players quickly pulled him aside.

The situation was dire; Yang Mo had finally agreed to play. If anything went wrong now, it would be disastrous. No one wanted to lose the money!

Wang Yuhuai, seeing Yang Mo willing to play, was overjoyed and quickly walked over to discuss tactics. But Yang Mo ignored him and said, "I watched the first two quarters from the sidelines. ** is mine; I have a strategy for him. As for Yi Jianlian, he's not very aggressive in attacking the basket tonight, so let him keep taking mid-range shots."

After saying this, he walked onto the court first.

When Yang Mo came on the court, Zhou Yiyi went wild. She quickly patted her father beside her and said, "Dad, Dad, that's Yang Mo."

Zhou Yiyi's father looked at Yang Mo on the court with some confusion, then at his daughter and asked, "Do you know him?"

"Yes," Zhou Yiyi nodded, her face unconsciously turning red.

Seeing this, Zhou Wenhai knew what was going on without guessing. His face turned sour. He liked basketball, but he would never let his daughter marry a basketball player.

As soon as Yang Mo came on the court, he tightly stuck to **. **, seeing a guy just as tall as his shoulders come up, couldn't help but joke, "Little brother, did you come to the wrong person?"

"Didn't come to the wrong person, it's you," Yang Mo chuckled. At this moment, Sun Yue had already brought the ball over. Seeing Yang Mo reach for the ball, he hesitated for a moment before passing it.

When Yang Mo caught the ball, ** instinctively took a step back, thinking Yang Mo would definitely try to break through him, as his smaller size gave him an advantage in penetration.

But... Yang Mo did the unexpected. He turned his back and directly rammed into **.

** was amused to see Yang Mo trying to back him down, thinking it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Before he could laugh, Yang Mo made him speechless... Bang! Yang Mo rammed into him with great force, and he felt a massive impact, as if hit by a boulder. He couldn't breathe, and his breath was cut off... Bang!

Yang Mo rammed again, and this time, ** lost his balance and fell straight to the ground.

When ** fell, the entire audience was stunned. No one expected the small Yang Mo to knock down **, who was known as the strongest in the 'Three Great Walls.'

Amid the audience's disbelief, Yang Mo leaped high and slammed the basketball into the hoop.

The moment Yang Mo slammed the ball into the hoop, the Miami scout sitting on the sidelines visibly trembled. For a moment, he saw the shadow of Shaquille O'Neal.

"Wow! What happened? ** was knocked down by a small guy!"

As the chief scout of Miami, Powell couldn't help but hold his head with both hands, completely disbelieving his eyes.

What did this guy eat to grow up? Why does such a 'delicate' body contain such formidable strength?

After being shocked, Powell quickly took out a pen and wrote on his notebook: Incredible strength!

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