"One hour!"
Barkley was stunned.
It was just past five. He'd been training for over an hour, which meant Li Fei had shown up at four?
What was wrong with him? It wasn't even light out yet.
Barkley really wanted to curse him out. Did he think Barkley was an idiot?
But he noticed the sweat on Li Fei's body. Clearly, he hadn't just arrived.
And no matter how you looked at it, Barkley was slower. He was late.
On that alone, he'd lost to Li Fei.
Barkley clenched his fists and ground his back teeth together.
The first move of Baldy's Witty Plan had failed.
And the situation now was already beyond Sir Charles's expectations.
After declaring war on Li Fei yesterday, he'd called general manager Jerry Colangelo, head coach Paul Westphal, the Phoenix Suns players, and some of the coaching staff.
He'd told them to come to the arena before nine to watch him face off against Li Fei.
That was the most important part of Baldy's Witty Plan.
It was like in fantasy novels, where two people fighting needed a crowd of spectators cheering them on. What was the point of beating Li Fei if nobody saw it?
"When do we start?"
Li Fei walked over and asked, "You can warm up first. I'll wait."
If this had been before, Sir Charles would've immediately replied, "The great Sir Charles doesn't need to warm up to beat you."
But, wanting to wait for the "spectators" to arrive, Sir Charles said, "Let's wait a little."
After speaking, Barkley went aside to change clothes while picking up his Nokia phone and calling general manager Colangelo.
Sir Charles told Colangelo to contact every player on the team who was in Phoenix and get them to the arena right now to watch