Wang Yi and the players from the China Team stopped to watch.
At first, they didn't think much of it. Most of the people on the court were young locals from Saudi Arabia, and the rest were Western youths.
They looked like tourists.
Their skills weren't particularly impressive, about on par with the average streetball players back home.
But just as they were about to leave, someone caught Wang Yi and the others' attention.
It was a little old man who looked to be around sixty.
He was completely bald on top, with only a little sparse white hair left on the sides and back of his head.
He was about 1.7 meters tall—not particularly tall.
He wore a casual white short-sleeved shirt.
On the bottom, he had on a pair of baggy shorts.
The sight drew a great deal of surprise from the spectators.
"Let those foreigners see the power of the old man with the hook shot!"
The score was now 4–7.
The opposing eight players paid no attention to the old man and kept chasing his two teammates.
When the opposing players saw the old man getting ready to shoot, they just shook their heads and pointed at the basket, signaling that he could shoot all he wanted. They didn't believe he could make another one.
The ball floated and wobbled through the air. After hitting the backboard, it somehow dropped into the brand-new net.
The three opposing players' expressions visibly grew more serious.
"Whoa!"
At first, their opponents had scored a basket.
"Playing in flip-flops? That's hilarious!"
It was the old man's team's turn to attack again. His two teammates paid him no attention and passed between themselves, trying to score.
The crowd erupted in surprised exclamations, but many people also scoffed.
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