Their Specialty: The Hands

The people next to them also started catching on, and they stared at the group of covered men with curiosity. 

"Who are they? Why do they look so suspicious?" 

"Goodness, I almost didn't notice them because they blended so well in the dark." 

"Oh, they're pointing at him now." 

"That guy," Chunlei said, pointing toward Kai's way. "Let's have him on our team." 

Qiang frowned and squinted his eyes. "Who even is that guy?" 

"Oh, you know him," Chunlei said. "You know him really well." 

Meanwhile, the other players from the Feng Foxes also scrutinized the man sitting in the corner of the bleachers. 

Zedong chuckled in amusement. "Is that—" 

"Yes," Yiming said before he could finish his statement. 

"What are they doing here?" Zedong asked. 

"I bet they snuck in," Yiming chimed. "That's why they're in that weird disguise. It makes them look even more suspicious, though."