บท 573: PG Tournament (1)

As the sun began to retreat from its peak in the sky, a dirty pickup truck pulled into the car park, its driver furiously looking for any available spaces. After a quick look, the guy drove up onto the curb and parked, putting his handbrake on.

The figure hopped out of the truck and stretched, revealing his large gut from beneath his shirt. At first glance, the checkered shirt, denim jeans, and leather boots was an easy indication that he was a Texas native—all he was missing was a cowboy hat.

Instead, he was wearing a Texas orange cap with a bull logo on its front.

"I'm getting too old for this…" He complained, stretching his protesting muscles. The two hour journey seemed to have affected his mood.

BUZZ BUZZ

"Damn it, give me a break." The guy cursed, pulling out his phone from his jeans.

"Whaddya want?" he asked grufly.

"Tex, how's the scouting going?"