The locker room door was pushed open.
Outlaw strode in. "Chen, how's Grant?"
His face was dark, his expression grim.
He'd just heard Chen Yu say it seemed to be a dislocation.
For an athlete with a strong physique, dislocations are rare. It was hard to imagine just how much force Mutombo had used in that swing of his arm.
Of course, a dislocation wasn't a huge deal—at least, it was much easier to handle than a fracture or a pulled muscle. But he definitely couldn't play for the rest of this game.
Outlaw even suspected that Mutombo had done it on purpose.
Did Mutombo not know he had Hill's arm pinned? If he knew and still swung it like that, then he was intentionally trying to injure him.
It was highly likely the Digital People were afraid of losing and had resorted to dirty tricks.
"You got ejected?" Chen Yu frowned.
It seemed Outlaw had thrown the first punch.
Outlaw nodded nonchalantly, looked at Hill, and asked again how he was doing.
