Brake. Start. Change direction. Switch positions.
In the blink of an eye, the positions of Li Wei and Quincy were completely different.
Like Hardman, Quincy was a rookie, inexperienced, and clearly couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the veteran opposite him, feeling lost in confusion.
Quincy's steps slowed slightly, his mind in a whirl, his eyes showing signs of panic, as Li Wei seemed to have vanished from his sight.
A half-beat later, Quincy saw the red number 23 jersey sprinting ahead on his left side.
His heart contracted tightly.
On instinct, Quincy hurriedly pushed off the ground, trying to catch up with Li Wei.
Getting closer.
Still getting closer.
As he reached out his left hand, he almost touched it but when he spread his fingers, he grabbed nothing but air, with the red all around being just an illusion in his palm.
Quincy couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at his hand. When he looked up again, Li Wei was already speeding away, quickly widening the gap.
