Li Wei thought for a moment. The Super Bowl was still a month and a half away. Before then, he estimated his Strength and Agility would both stack up to 3.0, and his Silver Physique would evolve further.
'At that point, he really couldn't imagine how anyone in the college leagues could stop him. After all, he had a high resistance to plagues, diseases, firearms, and bladed weapons.'
If someone wanted to seriously injure him in the locker room...
Li Wei pictured a few high schoolers rushing at him, brandishing daggers.
"Don't worry," he said with a serious nod. "I'll be careful."
"Good," John Mara said, staring straight at him. "I don't have many years left. Not even a rich man can beat cancer... But I don't know why, I just have a really good feeling about you. Maybe it's God's guidance. I hope you can lead the Giants to a Super Bowl victory, something they haven't achieved in 20 years."
