Lone Wolf was different. He had lived his entire life in the mountains. Even joining Fangzheng had only expanded the range in which he ventured, like to the village. Therefore the things he had seen were ultimately limited. At the very least, he had never seen modern things like skyscrapers or buses.
Fangzheng shook his head when he saw Lone Wolf look around with his mouth agape. He knew that the fellow would not be of much help this time. He had to think of a solution himself.
At that moment a group of children ran over from afar. Leading them was a boy dressed in a black t-shirt. He ran like the wind with a basketball in his hands. Behind him were more than a dozen boys and girls running after him. As they ran, they were saying something.
As they closed in, Fangzheng heard them.
"Wang Kun, why are you running so quickly? Save some of your strength. We will be having our match soon!" a pony-tailed girl yelled at the top of her lungs.
