The basketball crew erupted in an uproar. They had not expected the seemingly weak Lin Li to fight back. In a situation like this, the best thing for him to do was quietly toss the ball back to them and leave with his tail between his legs. And he wanted them to apologize? He even said they would pay a heavy price? That was simply ridiculous—a death wish, a provocation.
"You idiot Chinaman, can't you see the situation?"
"This guy's an idiot. Let me crack him over the head a few times. He'll be fine after that."
"How about this? Each of us hits him once and sees how long he can hold out."
"Are you kidding? This little weakling can't even take one punch."
Some sneered, some mocked, and some cracked their knuckles, ready to teach Lin Li a lesson and show him what strength meant.
Two Black men even stepped forward, rolling their shoulders and necks as their fingers cracked. They walked toward Lin Li, intending to teach him one unforgettable lesson: the weak deserved to be bullied.
"Stop! What do you think you're doing? Get back here!"
Jeters shouted to stop them. He had thought Lin Li would not react so fiercely, which was why he had been so brazen with his verbal insults. He had never expected Lin Li to be this stubborn, practically ready to go head-to-head with them. There were ten of them, and every one of their arms was twice as thick as his. Couldn't he just throw the ball back and run away with his tail between his legs? Why was he acting so tough? Fuck, were all Chinese people this unafraid of death?
He did not want to end up in prison for bullying an international visitor, insulting Chinese people, discriminating