Whew.
Taking a deep breath, Chris Jones had already recovered. With a turn, he could see Garoppolo looking disheveled, sitting on the ground in bewilderment, seemingly still unable to comprehend what had just happened, his gaze blankly fixed in the direction of Samuel and Brilland.
Chris Jones extended his right hand toward Garoppolo.
Without much thought, Garoppolo instinctively grabbed Chris Jones's right hand to stand up, noticing the red jersey in front of him in the next moment.
Garoppolo froze, a shame indescribable in words washed over him.
However, Chris Jones didn't have time to pay attention to Garoppolo's dejection, turning around and leaving the field.
Facing forward, Chris Jones could see Li Wei's smiling face. Despite the blood-stopping patch on his nose, turning the gentle professor into a warrior battle-hardened, which took some getting used to, the determination and resolve in his eyes remained just like the offensive group leader they all knew.
