McRae's hands left the keyboard and lay on the chair. He stretched his fingers helplessly. After leaving home, he still had to play games. However, for the sake of the free buffet, McRae endured it.
McRae turned to look at Lyle opposite him and said to the staff, "Let's do the next match."
The staff nodded and said to the people behind him.
"Let's welcome the next contestant."
However, just as the staff said this, Lyle, who was beside him, grabbed his arm and took out 20 yuan from his pocket and placed it on the table.
Lyle looked at McRae and said, "I'm not convinced. I want to fight you again."
After saying that, Lyle's eyes turned cold. As an experienced player, he had never been humiliated like this before. Being pressed to the ground and rubbed by others was a fact he couldn't accept.
