After clearing his fifth game, Max immediately left the Midnight Heist's Lobby and entered his own, sitting on the chair under the large tree while enjoying the soft breeze. He had deactivated the 5-minute delay but still had to wait until the viewers caught up with the real-time before he could talk to them.
Reading the chat and watching his fifth game in the meantime was fun. They were pretty confused about the discovery he didn't share regarding the tournament points.
'Figures. Unless they analyze my gameplay, they won't realize how these points were distributed.'
After a while, the chat caught up with the real-time streaming. They immediately typed everything they wanted to ask.
— Breeze! Explain it to us!
— You better tell us or we will pout!
— Dang! That's gross. I can't imagine a man pouting because he wasn't told how to earn points.
— Ugh, don't say that, dude. You just make me imagine it! SCREW YOU!
