She looked at her colleagues in the office.
Could they do any work under these conditions?
Some were trying to hold back their laughter, others had resigned expressions, and others were angry but dared not voice it.
Even Ji Jie dared not confront this crown prince, so he turned to seek reinforcements.
...
Huo Zhexi stared at the screen. The final game circle had shrunk to a small dot on the map. The poison gas was closing in. It was now the most critical moment, with only him and one opponent left. Whichever killed the other would be the winner of this round.
All he had to do now was wait for the opponent to show up and kill him with a single shot from the 98K - then he could claim the chicken dinner!
Huo Zhexi was tense, his eyes wide and alert, carefully observing every minute movement around him.
Just as a figure clad in a ghillie suit finally appeared before him, he quickly pressed the mouse, ready to shoot...
But his laptop was abruptly slammed shut by a hand.
