"No! The boss scored 10, and it was a three-pointer at the last second that clinched the victory!"
Grant Greenwood and Oliver Hilton were dumbfounded, forgetting they were busy catching their breath.
"How is that possible! We've played ball with him for years, his shots have no skill whatsoever!" Oliver Hilton said in disbelief.
"That's quite possible the boss felt he didn't need skills against you guys, or maybe he just needed to let off steam and work up a sweat."
In a nutshell, they had been tricked, and for so many years at that!
"So, shall we surrender? If we do, maybe we could get the exclusive secrets to buying land, huh?" Wester Welson said with a smile.
Grant Greenwood and Oliver Hilton looked at each other, then pounced on Wester Welson, "You traitor! Winning or losing doesn't matter, we need to deal with the traitor first!"
While Wester Welson was being chased around by the two, Kevin Cliff had already made ten shots and casually announced, "15:8, you've lost."
