The bus carrying the Shui Zhong Team players arrived at Fremont High School at six in the evening, slowly driving into the parking lot of the gym.
Due to traffic congestion, it had to be led by a police car clearing the way in front.
The incessant flashing of red and blue police lights, the black youths hanging on the chain-link fence yelling at the vehicles, and the faintly discernible chants coming from the gym all combined with the dark red twilight of Oakland to form a rather terrifying image—Shui Zhong Team seemed like new prisoners being delivered to a prison, awaiting the fate of being roughed up by the old inmates.
Most of the players showed signs of nervousness on their faces, with even the usually proud Franklin biting his lower lip, staring blankly at the Oakland youths outside the bus window.
Some people were hurling trash talk at Franklin, and although it wasn't very clear, it definitely wasn't anything nice.