You Are Not Spare Parts

Then he noticed a man who should not have been sitting in the first row behind home plate. Gu Chen wore no Falcons uniform, only a black cap. He lifted his right hand and closed his fist across the crowd. The Bears pitcher's focus jumped from eighty-six to ninety-nine. Han's luck plunged from sixty-four to seven. No contact. No consent. This was not an exchange. It was theft. Gu silently shaped three words toward Lin. “Do you understand?” The pitcher fired a 156-kilometer-per-hour fastball past the inside corner. Lin recoiled as its wake cut his cheek. The entire stadium had become a rigged betting board. New text slowly appeared at the center of his vision. 【Illegal trade detected.】 【Spend this game's trade to intervene?】