Ming Ci was stunned.
It must be a coincidence.
This is a Diamond Division ranked promotion match.
For someone like Ming Ge who's never even touched the game—feeding would be more like it.
Kill someone?
Hah.
The internet-addicted youth slightly curled his lip in disdain.
But soon...
Ming Ge taught him a lesson in minutes.
Ming Ci, rubbing his sore buttocks from the fall, got up from the ground while listening to his teammate's voices in the headset.
"Ci bro, what's going on, weren't we going to surrender? We're pushed up to the high ground now, even if we get one or two more kills, it's just a struggle in vain wasting time. Shouldn't we just surrender and hurry to the next game..."
The adolescent boy with a changing voice spoke in a rough tone, seeking Ming Ci's opinion.
Internet-addicted youths have their fixed teams for squad play.
The humble Ming Ci has the honor of being the captain.
So the rest of them listen to him.
