The flow is rapid, crowded, and surging, with roars echoing. Everything seemed to play out at ten times the speed, ever-changing, leaving almost no time to catch a breath.
Tate is entangling Li Wei, waiting for support.
Greenlaw is sprinting at full speed, targeting the back of number twenty-three, closer, closer still, ready to embrace the next collision.
At this moment, Li Wei suddenly brakes, halting his steps.
Tate continues running.
Greenlaw keeps pushing forward.
Neither anticipated this scene and couldn't stop in time, their bodies propelled by the inertia of forward momentum, astonishingly overtaking Li Wei.
If this were a hundred-meter sprint, they could start celebrating, for they finally overtook someone right before the finish line, paying no heed to Li Wei.
Yet, it isn't.
Tate: ???
Greenlaw: ???
