"I'm not playing." Before Tang Tian could speak, Foster spoke first, then walked straight off the court.
The players on the sidelines were dumbfounded.
Someone had come out to challenge him, and Foster had actually chickened out? And so completely?
A wave of jeers rose from the sidelines, but Foster acted as though he hadn't heard them.
He'd have to be an idiot to play Tang Tian. He had only managed to earn 400 US dollars after all that effort; if he played another round, he'd have to pay out 100 US dollars instead.
"Looks like I'm the challenger now," Tang Tian said.
The moment he spoke, he was met with a chorus of boos.
He had become the challenger without even playing a game, and Foster had handed it to him. There was no convincing anyone of it.
Quite a few people were already itching to give it a try.
"Killer, aren't you letting that kid off too easy?" someone beside the court leaned over and asked Foster.
Foster merely smiled without saying anything.
"Exactly. He's yellow-skinned, too. I can barely hold myself back," another Black man said, visibly eager to move.
"If you're interested, then go on," Foster said calmly.
"Tch, I won't be like you." The Black man strode forward after saying that. Foster's decision to yield irritated him and made him look down on Foster somewhat.
The instant someone stepped forward, whistles rang out from the sidelines.
On a streetball court, the strong ruled. Tang Tian was only standing there because Foster had yielded to him, and they had long wanted to get up there and crush him.
Exactly. Not to mention he was Yellow race; they had never seen one on these streetball courts before.
"Copter." The Black man announced his name.
Streetball players generally