Chapter 327 A One-Way Street to Scamming Older Men
"He's not thinking of admitting defeat, is he?"
"The Immortals have definitely been out of sorts these past two years. They're probably just resting on their laurels and not training seriously."
"Now that I've encountered a tough opponent, I have a convenient excuse to 'withdraw due to injury.' By conceding defeat, I might still be able to maintain my previous dignity."
Some people speculated that the sound was heard by Ms. Zhong Man, who was hiding in the corner.
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Zhong Man was eating snacks when she suddenly jumped up and retorted unhappily, "The Immortals will never admit defeat, never."
"Oh my god."
The shout startled the girl who had spoken, almost making her jump.
"Feel sorry."
Shang Hechuan quickly pulled his wife back, smiling and apologizing, "I was a little impulsive, I'm sorry."
"..."
The girl looked at Zhong Man with curiosity, who was wrapped up tightly like a mummy.
"but--"
After apologizing, Shang Hechuan added, "I don't know who you're a fan of, but judging from the current situation, you should be Chinese."
"No matter how difficult the Immortals' matches were, they endured the pain and fought for national honor."
"I'm not asking you to support them, but at least don't be sarcastic or cynical."
"After what you just said, I really have reason to suspect that you are a walking 500,000 (traitors)."
"I don't."
The girl was stunned by Shang Hechuan's words, her face immediately turning red, and she answered softly.
You have it!
Zhong Man jumped up again, furious: "I—"
She wanted to say something more.
The next second, Shang Hechuan covered her mouth and whispered, "Baby, calm down, or the whole world will know that you secretly came to the scene."
"..."
Hearing this, Zhong Man calmed down.
If it weren't for the fear of revealing my identity and affecting the business, I would have definitely had a serious argument with her.
——
at this time.
The Immortals paused for ten minutes, and nobody knew what they were discussing.
"I'm going to the restroom."
Pei Jinwu put down her cup, got up, and walked towards the backstage area.
The person in charge stood guard at the door.
Upon seeing Pei Jinwu, they did not dare to stop her.
Pei Jinwu took a few steps forward and saw the Immortal Squad's accompanying doctor examining member number 3.
"Your hand injury was quite serious during the last competition." The doctor frowned, his face grim. "It only got a little better after the injection, but you can't exert yourself anymore."
"Two more rounds and it'll be over. I can keep going." Player number 3 was pale with pain, but his tone was firm: "Give me another injection."
Nerve block injections can suppress pain in a short time, but if done frequently, they can be detrimental to subsequent treatment.
He's already hit it many times, and now he's hitting it again...
After the match, his hand was completely ruined.
How are the substitutes?
The captain looked at the bruised and swollen hand of player number 3 and asked in a hoarse voice, "Any progress?"
"No." The agent shook his head and answered in a low voice, "Country H has been causing trouble. Even if we release them now, they won't be able to get here in time."
The pause lasts only ten minutes.
"There are only two options now." The agent paused, then said helplessly, "Either end the match early, or reduce the number of players from five to four."
The Immortals are trained with precision, and apart from the two who were maliciously detained, there are fewer than three members left.
And they have no experience in major competitions.
Participating as a substitute would likely disrupt the rhythm of the queue.
The consequences might be even worse.
so.
Rather than having freshmen substitute for them, it might be better to reduce their numbers from five to four; perhaps then they can still give it a shot.
"You have five minutes. Think it over," the agent said.
The other team members all hung their heads and remained silent.
Five people became four...
The Undead Legion has never played a match like this since its inception.
——
Half an hour ago.
Shang Shiyan kept a close eye on the progress of the competition.
Injuries to players can be a fatal blow to a game.
"Any news about Demon?" Shang Shiyan dialed the hacker alliance's number and asked in a deep voice.
"Reporting to the Alliance Leader, Demon is indeed in the capital," the subordinate replied. "We are contacting him and hoping he can come forward."
after all--
This match is really important.
It not only concerns the honor of China, but also the feelings of his mother and the woman he loves.
"Tell them that money is not an issue," Shang Shiyan said hoarsely, gripping his phone tightly. "As long as he shows up."
——
Backstage.
Pei Jinwu received a WeChat message from Lou Ying.
Lou Ying: "The Immortal Squad is quite dangerous? So, shall we make a move?"
"..."
Pei Jinwu leaned against the wall, where she could see both teams.
Team Ds was in a particularly good mood, even mimicking the keyboard-typing posture of player number 3 with a mocking expression on their faces.
The Immortals were demoralized, and the number 3 member's hand was so swollen it was unsightly.
She was absolutely certain that the Undead would win this match.
Even if someone is replaced midway, with her previous guidance, there shouldn't be any major problems.
Who knows—
The Koreans played a dirty trick on them, deliberately trapping the Undead Squad's substitutes.
This is outrageous!
——
After a few seconds of silence.
Pei Jinwu picked up her phone and replied to Lou Ying: "Tell Shang Shiyan how much prize money the Undying Team has for this competition, and give me ten times that amount."
after all.
There was no time to put on makeup or disguise, and no way to hide their identity.
After the disguise was revealed.
It will cause her a lot of trouble.
Asking for some money isn't unreasonable, is it?
She happened to be short of money.
Lou Ying: "Okay! Don't worry about me handling this!"
When it comes to money, she's no longer tired.
Lou Ying happily went to negotiate with Shang Shiyan, embarking on a path of ripping off old men from which there was no turning back.
"Let's have four people come on stage."
After careful consideration, the team leader made a decision: "Put in ten times the effort, and leave the rest to luck."
"good."
The other three nodded in agreement.
As they were about to head to the scene, they turned around and bumped into the little girl who had saved their "life" last time.
"Why is it you?"
The captain stared at her in surprise and spoke out instinctively.
"4 vs 5, we will lose."
Pei Jinwu stood at the door, shrouded in a layer of malevolence, his voice low and cold.
"Know."
The captain was still grateful to Pei Jinwu and had a very good attitude: "But there's nothing we can do if there's no substitute."
"Is that so?"
Pei Jinwu slightly raised her head, slowly tied up her long hair, and said, word by word, "What do you think of me?"
"ah?"
Everyone stared at her in astonishment, their faces filled with shock.
she?
Are you kidding me?
——
good evening.
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