Pain Never Lies

His delivery will fall apart.” Lin looked up sharply. Tang could not see the ninety-two, but after catching 107 pitches he had reached the same conclusion. Luo swore and pointed to the bullpen's last available arm. “Chen Fang. You're in.” The newly promoted long reliever went pale as he passed Lin. His focus was only twenty-seven, but his luck blazed at eighty-eight. If Lin still had a trade, perhaps he could have helped. Instead a gray line occupied the edge of his sight: 【Trades remaining this game: 0.】 The power was no cure-all. Spend the chance badly, and all he could do was watch the game unravel. The first hitter drove a fastball to the left-field wall for a double. The next advanced him with a groundout.