Shen Liangchuan taking the cell phone got the other's attention.
Fan Jie paused and looked at Mo Xicheng with a puzzled expression. "Although we know that Brother Shen wouldn't stand to see his wife getting beaten, given that Brother Shen has never played this game, don't you think it's a little sloppy of you to hand it over to him just like that?
"No matter how sloppy," Mo Xichen thought, "he can't be any worse than you guys."
He couldn't care less about Fan Jie at this point. The guy had been completely beaten and was now in a stupor, waiting to be resurrected and continue getting killed.
When Qiao Lian saw Shen Liangchuan take over the cell phone, she tried to recall the few times that they had fought in a video game. She had a fairly good assessment of his playing style.
Hence, she leaned towards him and said, "Let's drag it a little more first and let the three other fools continue with their killing spree."
