"Half-price? What does that mean?" Lu Fan held back Pang Meiqin who was about to go over, "I hope you're not trying to buy props? Don't distract me."
The room brightened as a thin young man who looked half-asleep teleported in. Dark circles ringed his eyes, revealing a few sleepless nights. He was still holding onto a mouse, a half-smoked cigarette hanging from his mouth.
Zhang Qiang, a professional game grinder, had been gaming for a week straight. He suddenly died in the early hours of this morning.
Ren Yi's trio watched the scene of Zhang Qiang teleporting in with surprise and suspicion. They prepared to greet him when their surroundings brightened again. This time, three vibrant, beautiful, young women appeared. They radiated authentic Italian flair.
