Chapter Three: Seven Minutes, Seventy Million

The most striking message came from Marcus Kane, sporting director of Crown Athletic: Tomorrow, ten. London. Bring your player. Bring what you know. Lu did not let a draw intoxicate him. He sent Lin for scans. The ankle was intact, though the doctor confirmed abnormal gait and scheduled corrective work. Lu's intervention had changed a prediction. What he heard was not fate. It was a floating price. Outside the dressing room, De Jong stopped him and offered his hand. “I owe you my life.” Lu shook it. No voice came. The same player could apparently be read only once within a certain period. De Jong handed him a black card. “Someone contacted me after the scan.