Chapter 158: Championship!!! (8K)

PE backend.

The air in the room was nearly solidified.

“BP?”

“You didn’t say BP was an issue when picking heroes, you didn’t say BP was an issue when entering the game, and you didn’t say it was an issue when we were dominating the opponent.”

“Oh, you’ve been emotionally drained by ops, lost the match, and now you’re telling me Morghana is too weak late game?”

“BP wasn’t the problem—I’ll say it again: during early and mid-game dragon fights, I ask you, did we contain them?”

“Not necessary right now, Dad—I’ll be back in a few days. If we need you, we’ll reach out again!” Hai Song said. Under current circumstances, no one could help; they had to find their own solution. Fortunately, though this man was domineering and unreasonable, he hadn’t yet threatened Bo Jin’s safety.

The atmosphere grew somber. Knowing these secrets weighed heavily on them. Though hope still existed, Jiang Li had only just reached Level 7 late stage—far from Level 10.

Whether to intercept head-on or retreat in time to save the ball depended entirely on Rosen’s next move.

As the referee announced the score, the lingering shadows on the backcourt had vanished. On the court stood only Jiang Fengyan and Li Hongshang.

Rumor had it that Li Hongshang’s first station was Kayaq in Siberia, Russia, where breath exhaled from the mouth would freeze instantly.

Professional tomb raiders—like the famed Mo Jin Xiaowei from history—were unmatched even by today’s archaeological experts.

Faced with the doubts of several elders and the old clan chief, even several Grand Artificers, Tam’s heart turned icy.

Naturally, even those so-called tennis experts and authoritative media outlets were utterly astonished.

But Tatalupas seemed too trusting of Kireen, to the point of harboring not the slightest suspicion.

What troubled her most was that even Leng Qiushuang, who had come along with her, had been dragged into the mess—trouble was clearly mounting.

At this moment, the War Demon was entirely encased in red steel armor, resembling Iron Man from the movies… except his face had no mask.

Lei, Jerry, and Lomart froze. What was going on? Didn’t this subtly pin the blame for the Four Legions’ crushing defeat on Jerry?

“Cheers!” Akiyama Yoshifuru lightly clinked his glass against the other’s, then drained it in one gulp. They chatted idly, and before long, they had finished three rounds. Suddenly, Akiyama set down his cup, pushed the briefcase beside him forward, opened the lid, and revealed twelve stacks of thick Japanese yen.

“Hey Boss, what if this shutdown isn’t because of you? Are we gonna look like total fools?” In the video conference, Li Sanmo stared grimly at the massive “Support Wind Operation,” speaking with visible concern.

Gu Feng had firmly remembered Old Sima’s warning: never reveal the Domain Pearl’s existence, not even to the closest kin—otherwise, death would follow. He understood its value all too well; even the legendary Southern Emperor, ruler of the Southern Wastes and said to have entered the Saint Realm, would be tempted beyond restraint and strike violently to seize it.

Hu Keqin, Shen Hongmao, Chen Zaixing, and Liu Zhiping sat facing each other. Originally, Hu and Shen had occupied the upper seats, while Chen and Liu sat below. But Chen and Liu wore warm smiles, while Hu and Shen wore deep worries—as if the seating had been swapped.

Su Yan rose and opened the door. At the sight of the person standing outside, she instinctively frowned.

A pill chamber—nothing special. He’d encountered several, all yielding nothing of value. Age was the issue; anything valuable had long since spoiled or lost potency.

Unlike other mercenary exchange centers, where entering meant stepping into a bar, this hall was nearly empty. In the vast, open space, only one beautiful woman stood behind a hotel-style counter, offering the group a professional smile.