Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 227

Floyd's gaze was fixed on the ground, his fists clenched tightly.

He stared at Yates for a long moment before letting out a low chuckle. "Yates, I'd rather have you hate me."

After uttering those words, he stood up and took a step back.

He looked at Yates again and finally spoke. "You can't join the team. In the world of pro gamers, it's either you or me."

With that, he turned to leave.

But just as he reached the door, he suddenly heard a noise from behind.

Turning around, he saw Yates had grabbed a nearby glass and hurled it at him, shouting, "Floyd, go to hell!"

However, the glass missed, whizzing past Floyd's side.

"Crash!"

It hit the ground, shattering with a sharp sound.

Floyd looked back at Yates, his eyes filled with bitterness, but he repeated his stance. "If you still consider me your brother, then stay out of the pro leagues. No matter which team it is, if you join, I'll leave.”

After saying that, he pushed the hospital room door open and walked out.

From the moment they heard the glass break, three people outside rushed in. As they entered, they caught Floyd's harsh words. After Floyd left, the trio turned their gaze to Yates.

Merry was livid. "Damn! Yates, you've never been treated like this in your life! It's just the EW Club. Why not just buy it out and see how he likes that! The Big Boss might be tough, but can he really monopolize the entire esports world?! He's way too arrogant!"

Yates remained silent, his face dark.

The more Merry thought about it, the angrier he got, continuing, "I used to admire the Big Boss, but I never expected this. His words were just too much. Right, Lia?"

Cordelia nodded in agreement, assuring Yates. "Don't worry, I won't go."

How could she join Floyd's team after what he did to Little Flame?

suddenly rolled over and buried his

Cordelia exchanged looks

that Everard, who had

Outside the hospital.

immediately straightened up at the approaching footsteps

more intimidating after leaving Cordelia. Even Floyd, a feared figure in the esports

kept his head

a step closer. "Aren't you afraid of making me

head, fear evident in

I have someone

made Everard

of intense gaze, Everard

the sweat from his forehead, having felt the murderous intent

nerves, Floyd made his

Night had fallen.

gamers are night owls, and several teammates were still up, playing into the early

injuries had taken their toll on their agility, prompting the

these rookies were

from pro level.

manager hurried over.

Floyd replied. "It's fine."

he walked on, the manager sighed. "Floyd, I can't tell if you love

continued. "After

you invested all

talent even playing through your injuries.

"But why wouldn't

upstairs to his room, simply

The manager stood still.

still respect me as your captain, then reject him, whether he wants to buy the club

was left

years of shared struggles and triumphs, how could there

words left him no choice but to sigh

shooter and Floyd

alone as Cordelia and Merry stepped out of the hospital