Night had fallen, and an evening breeze was blowing. In a corner of the beach, a floodlight illuminated a basketball court, bright as snow.
A quick stop, a pullback, then another burst of speed. Durant blew past his opponent like a gust of wind, finishing the play with a thunderous dunk.
He hung on the rim, yanking it hard as if to vent his inner frustration.
A crowd of spectators had gathered, dressed in all sorts of flashy outfits, letting out waves of astonished cries.
"Next!"
Durant ripped off his sweat-drenched tank top, revealing his wiry frame.
He was lean, but his eight-pack was still clearly visible.
His slender build was only in comparison to other professional players. To an average person, his physique was still top-class.
The people in the crowd looked at each other, but no one stepped up to challenge him.
Three hours earlier, Durant had shown up and made a bold declaration: he would take on anyone in a one-on-one.
