"Ah, they're already thirty points ahead, we're definitely going to lose this time!" one of the bespectacled men sighed, looking dejected.
The other two bespectacled men also sighed and lowered their heads.
But discontent was visible in all three of their eyes.
"That's not necessarily true!" Chen Feng said with a light smile.
"Really?" At his words, the three bespectacled men immediately raised their heads, looked at Chen Feng with hopeful expressions, and asked, "Chen Feng, do you still have a plan?"
"Of course!" Chen Feng nodded with a smile and then told the trio, "Listen up, I'm going to deploy a strategy now. Later, whether it's serving the ball or if any of you three get the ball, pass it directly to Li Dagang. Got it?"
"Huh? Pass to Li Dagang? But he's clearly just throwing the game for Zhong Siquan's team, why should we pass the ball to him?"
The three were quite confused as they looked at Chen Feng.
