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."

man didn't let that deter

Why wouldn't you be interested? You can earn a lot of money from gaming, you know? You might even make up to ten million a year. "Most professional gamers earn several tens of millions

club's owner, Henry Armstrong, is no ordinary businessman. He is very generous

huge bonuses during festivities. These

interested," he typed, feeling uncompelled by

"Why?"

to

you want money?" the man asked, but he didn't get a

session, and I'll start you off at fifteen million per annum if you perform well. Would that work?

great offer."

him to prove that

block him. He seems rather earnest," Xyla voiced out instantly when

harassing me if I didn't,"

for being a terrible player. And now he's trying

into his arms. "Come on, let's head home. Our kids are

the mention of their children, their gazes

especially, wore a tender

Let's stop by our