Chapter Two: Three Players Nobody Wanted

The client has no runtime record.” Zhou showed her the triangle. Su rolled up her sleeve. The same mark stained her wrist. “It appeared at eleven fifty-nine. I planned to smash my phone.” “It isn't inside the phone.” “That's why I came. Who's third?” In the corner, a huge man crouched beside a rusty hoop, repairing a wheelchair. Han Zheng had once been the national youth league's best defensive center. One bad landing tore his ACL. His club pressured him to play through injections, then terminated him after the second injury. Now he ran a repair shop downstairs. “No,” Han said without looking up. “Not even one game?” “My right knee is at sixty percent. If the system takes my left, how do I eat?”