Citadel, millions of people continued their lives just like the world itself, as time waited for no one, it always kept going and only forward, never turning back.
Adam was no exception.
One hour passed after another, from morning to afternoon, from lunch to evening.
The only thing that didn't change was that there was no way he could win.
In all this time, taking into account the long breaks, Adam lost to Max already 27 times. That meant he did 2,700 push-ups and had to buy 27 packs of cigarettes for Max later.
None of this was a real problem for Adam. One thousand or three thousand push-ups, there was no difference for him, only more push-ups required more time.
Even the most expensive cigarettes couldn't hurt Adam's finances much, but... none of that mattered amidst the fact that he was losing.
"It's 10:00 p.m. now. You know my workday ended two hours ago, don't you?" Max said calmly as he cast a glance at Tron.
