C97 I Still Have Things to Do

Zhang Tianxiong was like a deflated ball as he stood alone behind me, smoking a cigarette. Even so, the heat in his eyes didn't decrease in the slightest; instead, it became even more fervent. Anyone could tell from his flickering eyes what he was thinking.

In the third round, 25 minutes later, two giant words, 'Victory', appeared on the screen. After an hour, I had won three times in a row