Chapter 564: Pentakill

After annihilating the enemy team with a pentakill, Cheyenne stood atop their lifeless bodies, her slender fingers gliding across the keyboard as she typed quickly. Cheyenne: "Your only way out is to surrender."

"No way, we can't surrender even if we die. I don't believe she can kill five of us at once. Let's group up!"

Reece watched in awe, unsure whether to commend him for his bravery or criticize him for his ignorance.

Indeed, after two pentakills, the enemy team's morale was shattered.

Cheyenne secured 25 kills from the enemy team without dying once.

Desperate, the enemy sent a pleading emoji.

This time, the enemy promptly pressed the surrender button.

"Victory!"

As expected, Cheyenne was the MVP with a rating of 14. 8, casually dismissing it with a lip curl.

Softly, she murmured, "It's been a while since I played a game. I never imagined that I couldn't even get thirty kills now."

On the side, Reece looked at his own performance, utterly dumbfounded.

0-0-0!!!

a marksman, he didn't even manage to get a single assist before the

by his teammates felt good, Reece

returned to the final screen, the enemy teammates whom she had effortlessly slain flooded her

I be your disciple? I'll carry your

up, please carry me to

know I was wrong, you're the true

requests, Cheyenne squinted her eyes and confidently typed a series of words on

about to exit the game page, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared at

her, wearing a smile that sought her favor. "Cheyenne, long time

smile gradually froze and then disappeared completely. She

long time since

from his mouth, Cheyenne couldn't help but curl her lips into a sarcastic smile.

he treated Nora with utmost care. In her childhood, she might have found it unfair, but now, she didn't care anymore. After all these years, she had grown accustomed to it, and

superficially

hadn't heard, still engrossed in her phone. Her voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "No,

to call yourself Cheyenne's father?" Reece showed signs of impatience on his face. His sharp gaze looked over, his handsome and

tattered cotton coat with the cotton stuffing

in an alley, almost beaten to

sea, barely surviving, where were

how to reclaim that villa, without caring if this daughter of yours lived or died." Did someone like him even deserve to be Cheyenne's father? If it weren't for Cheyenne's sake, he would have long dealt with George, this

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