Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

"Really?" Stanley Batton asked.

Xyla Quest nodded. "Yeah, you were. You would've been hailed as the battle god if that happened during a professional match."

"Oh?"

"I'm serious," she insisted.

"But that wasn't a professional match. My opponents were all terrible," he stated as he made a face.

"How could there be terrible players at such high ranks?" she asked.

One of Stanley's teammates from the match sent him a friend request while they were speaking, and he accidentally clicked on the button to accept. Almost immediately, that person began to speak.

"Boss, are you interested in joining my team? I'm the manager in charge of Team IM's Honor of Kings section.

"How old are you this year? We can discuss wages by meeting up in person as long as you agree.

"Our club would never exploit our professional gamers."

Stanley smirked in amusement before replying to him. "I'm not interested."

the man didn't let that deter him

make up to ten million a year. "Most professional gamers earn several tens of millions per year. Don't you want to make this much

Henry Armstrong, is no ordinary businessman. He is very generous to our

These bonuses come at 100,000 at the very least,"

by what most people deemed was a

"Why?"

stopped responding to

man asked, but

to give up. "How about this? Come for a trial session, and I'll start you off at fifteen million per annum if you perform well. Would

great offer."

blocked him to

to block him. He seems rather

just keep harassing me

a terrible player. And now he's trying to recruit you into

before sweeping her up into his arms. "Come on, let's head home. Our kids are waiting for

of their children, their gazes

a tender

snacks. Let's stop by our favorite store