The Eastern Conference Finals Take Shape

"You know, we just lost a game against Denver."

"Oh, I saw the news, but I had to work, so I didn't get a chance to watch it live. I was planning to go back and watch the recording after my shift tomorrow morning."

Chen Xi shrugged.

"So after the game, I did what you'd planned to do. I stayed at the arena and watched the Western Conference Finals footage several times. I'm only just heading home to get some rest now."

"Oh! Chris, that's not your fault, man. We wouldn't have made it this far this year without you. You don't owe us anything! Oklahoma fans will always support you."

"Thanks."

"All right, no problem. I'm very sorry to have bothered you."

"It's fine. So can I go?"

"Of course. I'm very sorry to have taken up your valuable time. Please make sure you get home and rest soon. The whole city is counting on you to keep winning."

After asking just a couple of simple questions and confirming that Chen Xi's papers were in order, the potbellied white police officer decided not to hassle Chen any further. He even apologized to Chen Xi very politely.

After all, Chen Xi was behaving perfectly normally, and there was nothing particularly suspicious about him. Asians also had a much better reputation than Black people in that regard.

Besides, this white guy wasn't one of those extreme rednecks. He was an educated member of the white elite. They might still harbor a degree of racial prejudice deep down, but people like him were obviously much smarter. Unless they were sure of their ground, they wouldn't go looking for trouble.

And besides, he didn't have a search warrant. Under the circumstances, the police had no right to conduct any further searches, like