623 The wind blows and the grass moves

Panting, panting.

His chest was burning, and every cell in his body protested; yet, immersed in an intense state of adrenaline flooding, Li Wei was completely unaware of this.

On the sideline, Burns was asking Li Wei about his condition and whether Hunter needed to come on for rotation.

Li Wei waved his hand, a broad smile in response, his bright eyes still visible through the copious sweat, energy burning in them.

Burns understood Li Wei; the tougher and more extreme the situation, the more Li Wei enjoyed such challenges. Thus, he nodded toward Reed in affirmation.

Li Wei stayed in the game.

By now, the Kansas City Chiefs had advanced to near the thirty-seven-yard line of the New England Patriots' half, not far from field goal range.

If they could continue to score touchdowns, that would be ideal; but if not, in the deadlock of bayonets drawn before them, a time-out was imminent with not much time left in the game, a field goal could still dictate the outcome.