The white man had an oval face and his forehead had begun to become smooth. His narrow chin, drooping corners of his eyes, and a hooked nose, exuded a gloom.

"Mr. Falke, how do you look at these guys? They are the best players on the streets of Inglewood. Look at their dribble, their shooting, and their passing, they are so full of spirituality! I can see the shadow of the magician in them!" said a fat black uncle next to the white man. He spoke like a madam who introduced his girl.

"If they can compare to a magician's finger, they won't have to play basketball in this ghost place." The man named Falke snorted coldly.

The fat black uncle didn't know what to say, so he could only smile embarrassedly.

He used to be a street golfer in Inglewood, and he was also a rage at Inglewood Stadium.

But this place is a small place after all, and it can't make a name for itself, and it was not able to enter the professional league or high-level streetball league in the end.

Now that he is old, he wants to make some contribution to Inglewood's streetball, he has worked hard to contact a scout and ask him to pick up the seedlings.

More importantly, if there is a basketball star, he will be very generous in the future.

Unfortunately, judging from the early morning, the players on this stadium seemed to be as good as Mr. Ximan's eyes.

"Mr. Falke, it's actually a little too early now. Many players are not used to playing in the morning. At night, the evening is the time for them to be the most energetic! Then there will definitely be more outstanding players and better performances." The fat uncle was still lobbying hard.

Falk shook his head. He was used to working in the early morning and was extremely clear at this time. He knew that there was no player he wanted here.

At this time, some noise suddenly came from the side of the field, and it seemed that someone was coming.

Falk turned around when he heard the sound, but saw a tall figure slowly walking out of the alley.

And everyone around him looked at him with strange eyes - mixed with surprise and awe.

"Who is this guy?" Falke asked, he rarely sees such a tall figure on the street court.

"Oh...I, I don't know, I don't seem to have seen this person before." The fat uncle shook his head and said.
Chapter completed!