The Crazy Old Men

The people around them saw Old Man James slap the coconut tree in anger.

They glanced at one another, then shrugged.

Some even circled a finger beside their heads, meaning the old man was crazy.

Wang Yi went over and patted James on the back, helping him calm down.

"Don't get mad, don't get mad. Young people these days don't know any better. They're not as good as others, yet they still brag about being kings. Even though we're old now, our stamina's gone, we can't run fast, and we can't jump high, we could still crush them with nothing but our shooting."

Jay Chou nodded repeatedly. "When I was young, I could make 70% of my two-point shots. Even now that I'm old, I can still hit 50%. That's more than enough to crush these kids."

The Venice King fans weren't happy to hear that.

Especially the prettiest of the three young women.

She had dyed her hair red and wore a tight white T-shirt and a very short pair of Denim Shorts.

She had seen a video of the Venice King two days ago and had fallen for him right away.

His explosive style of play and well-built muscles made her absolutely swoon.

She had come here yesterday specifically to watch him play.

But the Venice King hadn't shown up.

At long last, he'd come today, and she'd gotten to see him play.

Then she'd run into a few old geezers claiming they could crush the Venice King one-handed.

She was so mad her teeth ached.

"You old geezers have been yapping away on the sidelines this whole time. I'm sick of listening to you. One of you three, come out and take me on. If you lose, shut your mouths."

She was doing this partly because she