The game stopped. Blacklist players just stood there, sucking wind, looking like they'd rather be anywhere else.
Only Jinzo stepped forward, fists clenched. His voice cracked, loud as Hell.
"No! We're not done! I'm not walking off like this!"
The manager tilted her head slightly.
"You're finished. Don't make this uglier than it already is."
Jinzo's jaw went tight. He whipped around, eyes wild.
"Don't act like this is on me!"
He pointed at Mac.
"He can't guard air!"
Then at Drex.
"He slips on his own sweat!"
His eyes locked onto Nia.
"And this bitch is out there modeling instead of playing! How am I supposed to make us win?!"
Mac flinched, Drex didn't even look up, and Nia casually blew on her nails, unbothered, like none of it concerned her.
The manager stepped in front of him now, arms folded.
"You're getting smoked. 21-0. The other team's leaving you so much space, you could park a truck out there, and you're still getting clowned."
