"Control him! Kill him!"
"Flash now, flash now!"
"Damn it! What kind of trash game is this? Huaxia's team gets worse every year. How could they get flipped with a ten thousand dollar lead?"
Zhang Menglong was so angry he almost smashed the TV remote on the floor.
"Mr. Zhang, what's making you so angry?" Hong Yi asked, approaching with a stack of documents.
"It's this crappy team!" Zhang Menglong spoke irritably, "Tigers in domestic fights, dogs in foreign battles!"
"Mr. Zhang, why don't you form your own team?" Hong Yi smiled, "Didn't you say you wanted to create an Esports Olympics with Mr. Wang Ling?"
"Wang Ling is already recruiting team members. He should be able to settle it by next month," Zhang Menglong replied.
"Mr. Zhang, I have some news that might make you even angrier."
"In Esports, being unskilled is the original sin. What could make me angrier than this?" Zhang Menglong replied.
"Someone wants to kill you!"
