Although the Kings players were worn out after fifteen hours of travel, they all nodded when Wang Yi said that.
Little Danny said, "Don't worry, boss. Whatever you do, I'll do too."
"I just heard from a staff member that these fans have been waiting here for us for two days. Of course we should show them our appreciation. Without their support, we'd be nothing."
Rose chimed in.
Westbrook, dressed in a Tang suit, said, "It's our honor to have their support. How could we not thank them properly?"
Outside the barriers along the airport corridor, some fans were looking down at their phones while others chatted with one another.
Just then, one fan happened to notice a group of people emerging from the corridor. They were still too far away to make out who they were, but every one of them was tall and burly.
They were much bigger than ordinary people.
They were also dressed alike, in the Kings' classic blue-and-white colors.
The fan immediately perked up.
"They're here!"
His shout energized everyone else, too. They all stood up and craned their necks to look.
When they saw that it really was the Kings players,
their eyes lit up and their faces flushed with excitement.
"Brother Yi's here! Brother Yi's here!"
"Holy crap, it's Brother Yi! It really is him!"
"Get your phones out! Quick!"
The area grew noisy in an instant.
It was like a small-scale riot.
But as they "rioted," a girl with long flowing hair, wearing a custom Kings down jacket with the number 0 on the back, suddenly raised a megaphone and called out:
"What did we agree on? No pushing, no chaos, one unified chant! Brothers, let's get in formation!"
The people who had been making a racket immediately remembered what they