The Three Uncles: Wang Yi, Jay Chou, and James

At 7:30 p.m., Venice Beach, Los Angeles.

The sea breeze blew, and seabirds called.

The sunset had already bathed the sky, sea, and beach in crimson.

More than fifty spectators were already seated in the S-shaped stands at Venice Beach Court.

Most of them were young people.

Some were dressed in outlandish outfits, while others were gorgeous young women in skimpy clothes.

At that moment, a three-on-three game was underway...

Venice Beach Court wasn't playing any of that hard-hitting hip-hop music.

The sound of the waves and the cries of the seabirds, along with the cheers of several scantily clad beauties on the sidelines, made for the best music.

One of the players on the court was a Black young man with cornrow braids, a headband, and colorful tattoos covering both arms. He looked like a skilled player.

One moment, he was threading the ball between an opponent's legs; the next, he was stuffing the basketball into his tank top to mess with them.

Even more impressive was his explosive athleticism.

At 1.9 meters tall, he could still pull off a dunk at rim level.

He could throw down one-handed slams and alley-oop dunks.

He could do crossover dunks and 360-degree slams.

He could do it all.

The three gorgeous girls on the sidelines kept screaming, occasionally throwing him a flirtatious glance.

His two teammates were no slouches either.

The shorter one looked to be only about 1.7 meters tall.

He wore a white short-sleeved shirt and Denim Shorts, and sported a close-cropped haircut. He looked scrawny, but his muscles were solid.

Most importantly, his ball-handling skills were among the very best you'd find among ordinary people.

His fancy dribbling was like a butterfly flitting through flowers, leaving onlookers dazzled.

His handles alone were enough to make those young women