The lamps in the rusty iron cage buzzed like cicadas about to expire. Shi Zhao took off his helmet, and the sweat slid down his forehead into his collar without wiping it off. The opponent's player slumped in his chair, his fingers still twitching, and the half-health hero on the screen was nailed to the highland crystal by the reverse flash of her last attack. Seven consecutive wins. The last ransom payment arrived, and the notification flashed on her watch, a blue light, faint, like a firefly.
