At the street basketball court in Rock Park, the sound of running sneakers echoed everywhere, accompanied by uninterrupted, precise dunking and shooting.
"Has Kevin gone crazy?" Oliver Hilton gasped for breath as he slumped onto the ground, already drenched in sweat.
"If he's not mad, he's not far from it," Grant Greenwood said as he too wiped off the sweat, panting for air. Both men watched the man who was still dunking like mad.
They were victims, summoned by a phone call to come out immediately, only to be dragged into a relentless game of basketball—the kind that you just couldn't keep up with!
"Do you think something triggered him?" asked Oliver.
"He knows," Grant replied.
Oliver rolled his eyes, "Other than Charlotte Green, I can't think of anything else that would drive him this crazy. But didn't they settle things last time? And I even gave them a free condom!"
