Damn it...don't you think that I, the league president, don't exist?

Is this how you test cadres?

That good mood was gone in an instant!

After a brief period of confusion, Wayne was called for a flagrant foul. According to league rules, he should be automatically suspended for the next game.

However...is there another one this season?

Even if he is suspended, it will be next season.

That elbow just hit Wayne very hard. If nothing else happens... Bowen's end may be similar to that of Gerald Wallace in his previous life.

Not only were the ribs broken, but the lungs may also have been damaged.

You won't die, but it will definitely be much more serious than ordinary sports injuries!

Judging from Bowen's current physical condition...

Well, this may very well be the last game of his NBA career.

"You murderer, damn bastard!" Popovich yelled at Wayne angrily, and several members of the coaching staff pulled him back.

Do you think they are afraid that Popovich will hit someone?

No, I am afraid that Popovich will be beaten!

"Don't go, you will really get beaten to death!" Budenholzer shouted in Popovich's ear.

Let's play, let's make trouble, don't make fun of Brother Wei.

At this time, Bowen, who could not move, was carried directly onto a stretcher.

Wayne looked at Popovich and shrugged.

"Murder? Don't thank me. I just sent away the only murderer on this court. Now, the whole league can play with peace of mind."

Popovich was still roaring, but it was just impotent rage.

Payton was also substituted in pain. God knows how serious Bowen's attack was.

This is so trivial...

But no matter what, Bowen has received the punishment he deserves.
Chapter completed!