The Kings players were heading into the arena's locker room with long faces when Wang Yi held them back. "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you eager to let them mess with you?"
They looked at one another, confused.
"What else can we do?" Westbrook asked. "Even if we change into our uniforms at the hotel, we still need to get treatment and tape up in the locker room, go over tactics, and maybe take care of injuries or get checked out. We can't exactly go back to the hotel in the middle of the game to do all that, can we?"
Wang Yi waved a hand. "I'll keep you guessing for now. You'll see soon enough."
Rose tried to reassure the impatient Westbrook. "Relax. Wang Yi has a plan. He's always more thorough than you or me."
So they waited there in the parking lot, dumbfounded.
About ten minutes later, thirteen luxury RVs pulled into the lot.
The first twelve were identical, with strikingly futuristic, sci-fi designs.
The driver's cabin looked like an egg-shaped crystal ball.
The whole vehicle looked as if it had driven straight out of a science-fiction movie.
Built largely from carbon fiber, each RV was lighter and could fit all the furnishings and amenities it needed. Its exterior was boldly futuristic and packed with high-tech touches, while the interior was luxurious beyond reproach.
Bond, looking like a curious kid, opened a door and climbed aboard to look around.
The interior had two levels and all the standard luxury-RV amenities: air conditioning, floor temperature control, a refrigerator, a large-screen TV, and more. The second level even had an open-air observation deck, where the owner could sit back in the sunshine, enjoy a light breeze, sip a drink, and take in the view.
Each RV