The atmosphere in the arena seemed to have frozen solid.
Doug clearly saw Wang Yi walking toward him, but he paid him no attention.
David Hiller paid him no attention either.
If he'd been alone, seeing Wang Yi's face so grim might have made him a little nervous.
But Doug was beside him, backing him up, and that gave him courage.
He even cursed to himself, Who the hell do you think you are?
Thinking this, he made a quick crossover, got past Doug, and drove toward the basket.
Once he reached the paint, he leaped high from just inside the free-throw line.
He was going to send Wang Yi a message with a thunderous dunk.
Seeing David Hiller break through, Doug chased after him.
As David Hiller leaped high, Doug suddenly reached out from behind and grabbed him by the shoulder with his right hand.
He yanked hard, pulling David Hiller right out of the air.
David Hiller had leaped with all his strength. Caught off guard by the yank, he ended up nearly horizontal in midair, then slammed hard onto the floor.
Smack—
Crack!
A sharp snap of breaking bone rang out along with the sound of him hitting the floor.
The next moment, David Hiller let out a piglike scream from the sidelines.
"Ahhh!"
The pain instantly drained the color from his face, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Everyone saw exactly how the guy had fallen.
For a player to crash sideways onto the floor from midair, landing on his back, was simply disastrous.
With a bit of luck, he might get away with nothing worse than bruised muscles.
But with slightly less luck, he'd have broken ribs.
At worst, he could even fracture his lower spine. Then he'd have to switch from walking