Meanwhile, in Dallas.
Doncic had just finished practice. When he heard the news, he froze for a moment, then gave a bitter laugh and shook his head. "That guy..."
In Minnesota.
Edwards and Towns were playing a game together. When they saw the news, they exchanged a glance, and both of their expressions grew solemn. The happiness and ease they'd felt while playing just moments ago were gone.
A moment later, Edwards turned to Towns. "What do you think about this?"
Towns shook his head. "It's his personal choice. It has nothing to do with us, so I don't have an opinion."
Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, King Arthur was driving his luxury car down the road with a few friends, planning to do some street racing.
When he heard the news, he slammed on the brakes and pulled over.
His expression grew solemn, too.
In just a few seconds, his expression changed several times.
His friends didn't understand why he'd suddenly pulled over. One after another, they stopped beside him and asked, "Michael, what's wrong?"
King Arthur shook his head. After a moment, he finally said, "That son of a bitch ran off!"
The others were completely baffled.
But King Arthur was the one who understood Morant's feelings best.
He understood them ten times more deeply than Morant did.
When he first joined the Lakers seven years ago, he'd been full of ambition.
He'd wanted to beat Wang Yi. He'd wanted to win a championship.
What he hadn't known was that his nightmare began right then.
Wang Yi had beaten him repeatedly in the Regular Season. That bastard really did seem to go after the Lakers every chance he got.
Then, in the Playoffs, Wang Yi had trampled him in every way imaginable.
He'd said he'd come back from a