"These are our school's football stars..." Quintina said with a smile. This was American football, of course, not soccer. It was a brutal, fiercely contested sport that required protective gear; without it, injuries came all too easily.
The guys were tall and powerfully built. Tang Changsheng wasn't particularly short, but standing before them, he still came up a head shy.
They're not planning to settle this with brute force, are they? Tang Changsheng thought, rubbing his chin.
Surely they aren't that stupid?
Ling Xiaoyu looked uneasy. She wasn't foolish; she had already sensed that something was going on. She leaned toward Tang Changsheng and said, "Master, there might be trouble. Big, that running back, used to pursue me..."
Tang Changsheng smiled faintly. "I can see that. This looks like a feast laid for an ambush."
With that, he walked over and greeted them.
"Hey, I'm Big. Big Garcia." Big shook Tang Changsheng's hand politely. At the same moment, both men tightened their grips.
"Another member of the Garcia Lineage?" Tang Changsheng glanced at Quintina.
"He's my brother!" Quintina said. She had yet to notice the little contest taking place between them.
Big's expression soon changed. Tang Changsheng kept talking to the others without easing his grip in the slightest. Big felt as though the hand he held belonged not to an ordinary man, but to someone cast from iron and steel.
By then, everyone could tell something was wrong.
Two grown men had been holding hands for far too long, and Big's face was growing redder by the second. Surely he wasn't that excited?
In fact, Big was anything but excited. He was close to tears.
Tang Changsheng looked relaxed, as though he weren't exerting any strength at all. He just stood there smiling.
But Big felt as though his