"No, your most glorious moment is still far from here."
Su Xi looked at Yao Ming. "Basketball doesn't need this kind of self-sacrifice. Besides..."
"You're injured. You'll only drag me down if you play."
Su Xi told Yao Ming with a serious expression, "Don't try to guilt-trip me. I want to win this game. Team doctor, check on Yao Ming's injury, now."
As he spoke, he patted Yao Ming on the shoulder.
Then, he turned to Bateer and said, "Bus, tell Yao Ming. Can you play better than him right now?"
Without a moment's hesitation, Bateer pounded his chest. "Of course I can."
"Then it's settled."
Su Xi looked over at Yonas. The man nicknamed the "European Caesar" was still in a daze, not expecting Su Xi to have arranged everything so decisively.
'He'd always thought he was the one in control of the entire team.'
But in that moment, he realized he was nowhere near as bold as Su Xi, nor as daring when it came to making decisions.
