Han Ning had just claimed his first kill and was brimming with rage. Whenever he saw anyone from Huang Hao's team, he would kill them on sight—even if it meant taking on four opponents at once.
In less than ten minutes, Han Ning's team had gained the upper hand, claiming kill after kill, thanks to his relentless assault.
Feeling cornered, Huang Hao raised the white flag, typing, [Miss Seven, let's just move on to the next round. We've lost this one.]
Rong Qi replied, [I haven't died yet.]
"What?" Huang Hao questioned, doubting what he had just heard. "Miss Seven, in this game heroes can respawn, so death isn't really an issue. We're already falling behind economically, and both the top and middle lanes have been pushed to our towers. We've basically lost."
[It's your own fault for giving up those kills. I haven't died yet,] came Rong Qi's response again.
The same phrase once more.
