The day Wei Qing survived the battlefield, he was the only one left in the team. Before the blood of his comrades dried, he was kicked out of the army. After retiring, he locked himself in a rental house and played holographic games every day to numb himself. Until that day, a woman named Chu Hongying came to his door and said that his battlefield intuition was worth tens of millions of annual salary in the game. Wei Qing sneered. He had killed more people than this woman had ever seen. It was just a game. But he didn't expect that the water in this game was deeper than the battlefield. Behind the professional league is capital manipulation, and the top teams rely on bribery of referees and cheating machines to monopolize the championship. Shen Ruobing stood on the podium and smiled at him. He had seen that smile before. On the battlefield, that's how traitors smile. Wei Qing put out his cigarette butt on the contract. Okay, let me play with you.
