Dante looked as if he'd been struck by lightning.
He stood there, utterly stunned, like a wooden statue.
He was a rookie and hadn't yet experienced the brutality of the NBA.
In a place like the NBA, you could be joking around with your teammates during pregame warmups, only to be told just before tipoff that you'd been cut.
Or you could give it your all alongside your teammates the night before and win a hard-fought game, then wake up the next morning to learn from the news that you'd been cut.
Dante had never experienced any of that, so being cut so suddenly hit him incredibly hard.
For a while, he couldn't even process it.
What he found most unbelievable was that all it took was one call from Wang Yi, and he was cut.
Was there any justice in this world? Any law at all?
Dante's phone speaker was loud enough that everyone around him heard the call.
At that moment, everyone else was just as dumbfounded.
The two guys who'd been about to join Dante in making trouble fell silent and didn't dare say another word.
They really hadn't expected Wang Yi to make one call and the owner to actually cut a player who'd been a starter for the team last season.
And before Pang Bo arrived, that starter had been the team's undisputed second option.
Even the second option had been cut.
Let alone the two of them, who'd only been the team's fourth- and fifth-best players.
And the only reason they'd held those spots was that the Raptors hadn't had many players worth mentioning last season.
With their resumes, if they got cut now, it would be hard to find another team willing to take them. The other teams had already made the additions