Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 856 - 855 Friend or Foe

Chapter 856: 855 Friend or Foe

The night, sparse and bright, not a cloud in sight—

Looking out from the hotel window, the city lights obscure the vast array of stars, yet the moon remains clearly visible. Its serene glow gently spills down, outlining the distinctive charm of this city.

Atlanta, without a doubt, is a city like no other.

Quietly nestled in the South, it bears the fleeting yet tumultuous history of the North American continent. The blood and tears once witnessed here, the weight and hardships experienced, have etched themselves deeply into the city’s veins and bones. Jazz, blues, and rock intertwine in melodies that mournfully narrate the vitality and energy preserved on this land.

After a long period of development and revival, Georgia’s tax incentives opened its doors to Hollywood. From “The Walking Dead” to “Avengers,” film studios have set up shop in Atlanta, allowing this Southern gem to keep pace with the modern era in its own unique way.

In just a few short days, this city will host the 53rd Super Bowl in a brand-new stadium, becoming the focal point of the entire North American continent—

Perhaps even the world.

Though debates and chaos are escalating, the bustling clamor shows no sign of subsiding, yet Atlanta is no stranger to such things.

Don’t forget that this city nurtured and gave birth to Martin Luther King. Over more than a century, this land has witnessed numerous births and deaths, disputes and confrontations, chaos and disasters. Undoubtedly, Atlanta is a critical stop in the southern part of North America.

Atlanta is ready. They’re not worried about thorny problems. They’re more concerned that places like New Orleans, Dallas, Houston, Nashville, and other major hubs would overshadow Atlanta’s presence.

So, they’re prepared to show the world what they’ve got.

“Looks like the weather should be good for the weekend’s game.”

Aaron Donald pulled his gaze back, feeling slightly reassured—

Used to Los Angeles’ perennial spring-like climate, Donald genuinely believed that playing outdoor games in the cold winter weather was downright inhumane.

Look at tennis tournaments: when it’s winter in the northern hemisphere, they play in the southern hemisphere; when it’s southern hemisphere winter, they return to the northern hemisphere, always chasing the warmth of spring and summer.

It seems like only the fools playing football and football are still battling it out with nature in rainy or snowy conditions.

Thinking back to the terrible weather during the American League championship game, Donald couldn’t help but shiver.

Nearby, the Los Angeles Rams players noticed Donald’s expression, and one by one they started teasing, “Aaron doesn’t like rainy days. Aaron doesn’t like rainy days.”

Donald kept an innocent expression and chuckled softly, “Don’t worry, even on rainy days, I can easily give you a lesson.”

Whoa.

The players burst into laughter, the room buzzing with energy.

Donald, unmoved, glanced at the mirror in the hotel lobby to straighten his outfit, while the surrounding banter erupted again.

“Aaron, Aaron, do you think Li Wei meeting you before the game is to drag you to a ‘party’? Everyone knows Atlanta’s reputation—NBA players live it up here, it’s decadence central.”

“Right, right, just make sure you keep yourself in check. Don’t let a single whiff of Atlanta air cause you to lose all your principles. Overspend your energy tonight, and if your legs give out on Sunday, that’ll be a disaster. Li Wei sees he can’t beat you on the field, so he’s going with a roundabout tactic. What does The Art of War say again?”

“The Art of War? Do you even know who Sun Tzu is?”

“Everyone calm down, calm down. Li Wei isn’t like that. He doesn’t care much about Atlanta’s temptations. If you ask me, Li Wei is probably planning a mental attack tonight, just like Professor X, invading your mind from the spiritual level to uncover our strategies. Careful, he’s not your ordinary running back.”

“Gurley, I think he’s making fun of you.”

Chuckling erupted once again amidst the group.

The Rams arrived in Atlanta on day one for light field adjustments and basic training. The Kansas City Chiefs practiced in the morning, while the Rams took the afternoon slot.

During lunch, the two Super Bowl teams briefly crossed paths. Don’t be misled by exaggerated media reports of drama. True, the Rams and Chiefs have a history of rivalry long enough to fill pages, and sparks could easily fly even from a passing glance.

But in private, Li Wei and Donald happen to be good friends, especially since the mid-season Super Bowl. Both men have great respect for each other.

Even though the Chiefs lost, Li Wei found inspiration and motivation. Eager for a rematch against the Rams and Donald, he extended an olive branch to show respect; later, Donald proactively asked for Li Wei’s contact information.

After exchanges back and forth, the two became friends.

As the big showdown approached, Li Wei invited Donald to experience Atlanta’s charm, and Donald cheerfully agreed.

Which brings us to the scene at hand.

Donald looked at his group of teammates and shook his head lightly, “You guys act like rookies. For rookies, winning or losing honorably, facing outcomes with your head held high—that’s the true beauty of competitive sports.”

“No worries, no worries. We don’t mind the means to an end. Aaron, tonight you can spy on the Chiefs a little, see what tactics they’re preparing. We’re all in for the win,” Goff joked from the side.

The room burst into laughter again.

Perhaps Gurley was the only exception, sitting gloomily in the corner sharpening metaphorical knives with laser-focus eyes.

Donald glanced down at the baseball cap in his hand—

Should he wear it, or not?

After all, with the Super Bowl approaching, being spotted by fans while dining with Li Wei privately… it might not look too good.

Looking at his shiny, round buzz cut, Donald finally decided to put the cap on.

“Agent, agent, agent.”

Amid the clamoring chants from the Rams players, Donald set off.

However!

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Donald spotted Li Wei standing openly by the door. Bathed in the restaurant’s bright lights, his tall, confident figure turned heads, with women passing by constantly throwing flirtatious glances his way—as if he were a mini sun.

Donald glanced down at his own modest, plain black suit, feeling slightly awkward and clumsy—

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The discrepancy was clear.

That guy was undoubtedly the dashing “007” James Bond, while here he was, the rugged and scruffy Jason Bourne.

Donald: …

As his steps prepared to close the distance, he paused because Li Wei was opening his arms to welcome a petite, curvaceous woman with a high ponytail—a stunning beauty.

So—is she the Bond Girl?

The guy didn’t play fair. Not telling him companions were allowed, now with his bitter solitude compared against Li Wei’s dazzling entrance…it was just plain miserable.

Donald seriously pondered if he should call in someone breathtakingly gorgeous to act as an emergency date.