Jiang Siming did not want the next day's news to be filled with reports of this superstar's death, nor did he want to see millions of Chinese Kobe fans mourning in grief.
He was just like Leslie Cheung, Elvis Presley, and Michael Jackson.
They had all possessed countless fans around the world and achieved incomparably glorious accomplishments.
Yet they had all suddenly passed away in the prime of their lives, inevitably triggering a worldwide outpouring of mourning and remembrance from their fans.
Jiang Siming had not been able to save Leslie Cheung, nor had he been able to save the kung fu god Li. But this time, he had a chance to save this man—the man who had made even people who knew nothing about basketball love him.
He used the Minor Teleportation Technique repeatedly without pause.
Jiang Siming's figure flashed rapidly across the Pacific Ocean. The last time he had been in the Pacific was when he went to save Aileen.
On his way back, he had also rescued a Blue Whale. He had no idea how that Blue Whale was doing now.
But Jiang Siming did not have time to look for the whale. He had to reach Los Angeles as quickly as possible.
4:15 a.m.
Kobe set out from home with his daughter. Since traffic in Los Angeles was extremely congested, he took his daughter in his private helicopter so that she would not be late for her game.
The father and daughter chatted and laughed together, despite it being only four in the morning.
Kobe had long since grown accustomed to Los Angeles at four a.m. He had trained at that hour for more than twenty years.
His daughter had also developed the good habit of training at dawn.
Although he had no son and was