Fack! This Li Wei is way too good at posturing!
Lawrence's face was still pale, and his stomach was still churning.
But for some strange reason, when he looked into Li Wei's slightly questioning eyes, he felt a sense of peace.
"I believe you," he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and clapped Li Wei firmly on the shoulder. "You're our King, after all. The King."
He took a deep breath and turned to walk back to his seat, the despair in his posture seemingly diminished.
The bus slowly drove into the underground tunnel of MetLife Stadium.
The moment the doors opened, the frenzied roar of game day pierced through dozens of meters of concrete, making everyone's heart tremble.
The players filed out, carrying their equipment. To everyone's surprise, however, a simple pre-game interview session had been set up in the player tunnel today—a rare occurrence.
