"Beautiful! Double kill! There's only one crystal left, brothers, charge!"
The computer screen in the rental house was glowing with dazzling light. Lin Mo stared at the King of Glory battle interface on the screen. His fingers slid quickly on the phone screen, and sweat dripped down his forehead and onto the oil-stained keyboard. In the room at three o'clock in the morning, the only sounds were the buzzing of the mobile phone's cooling fan and his rapid breathing.
This was a crucial round for him to reach the king rank. He had already knelt eight times in a row, his eyes were bloodshot, and his stubble-covered face was full of stubbornness. As an unemployed young man in his early twenties, King of Glory was almost his entire life. He always felt that he had far superior gaming talent than ordinary people, but he just lacked an opportunity.
