Chapter 681
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"Alright."
When Bo Jiu said this word, her lips were pale to the extreme.
But there was a smile on her face.
Feng Yi wasn't the only one who knew.
Along the way, the youngster's only action was to drink two painkillers.
Feng Yi watched her worriedly. How were they going to fight the 5v5?
But if Spade Z didn't participate, Supreme Alliance would definitely lose.
"Do you need me to do anything?" Feng Yi couldn't understand the youngster's condition but it seemed to be a stomachache. "Is it because the interrogation room is too cold and you haven't eaten anything?"
Bo Jiu held onto her arm. "Mmh." She didn't explain further, glancing up with a sheen of sweat. "What time is it now?"
Feng Yi knew what she meant, turning towards the driver. "Take a shortcut."
"The shortcut is a little bumpy, Young Master Jiu's body …"
Bo Jiu hugged the cat, her voice deep. "It's fine."
"Young Master Jiu, sit tight." The driver's driving skills weren't bad, it was obvious he had been avoiding the media.
But along the way, Feng Yi could only see the youngster's pale face, her bent waist against her stomach. It was unbearable.
"Do you want some hot water?" Feng Yi suggested getting out of the car.
Bo Jiu glanced up, her voice raspy due to the pain. "Let's head to the venue, give me a cigarette."
Cigarettes could stop the pain. Feng Yi watched as the youngster lowered her head to light the cigarette. In that instant, he was reminded of a person who had suffered a wrist injury.
At that time, his fingertips had been stained with blood but he had been focused on the competition.
But that time, he hadn't made it.
This time … he hoped time would wait for them.
Outside the car window, another red light lit up.
Bo Jiu was in pain but her attention didn't shift away from the livestream.
In the venue.
Lin Feng's character had died once.
This wasn't good for Supreme Alliance.
Supreme Alliance had lost the previous 1v1.
If he were to lose this match again, he would definitely die.
Then … all the fans tightened their grip on their clothes.
"The first revival is less than 20 seconds, Yun Hu should be able to hold on for 20 seconds but he will have to lose a defense tower." The shoutcaster's voice rang out. "The situation isn't looking good."
"Spade Z isn't here either." The other shoutcaster sighed. "The presence or absence of the captain will directly affect the morale of the team. Moreover, Supreme Alliance has lost the first round. It seems like there's no way to salvage the situation."
"Actually, this isn't Supreme Alliance's strongest lineup. Qin Mo isn't here."
"There's nothing we can do about it. Winning or losing is what matters in a competition, not anything else."
Inside the car, Feng Yi could hear the analysis of the two men.
He glanced up, glancing at her.
"They can win." The youngster's voice was calm, but his eyes were bright. "He said he would leave me a 5v5, so he will definitely leave it for me."
At that moment.
Feng Yi didn't say anything else, turning to the driver. "Drive faster into the venue, I'll handle the follow-up work."
Not until the last moment.
He would never give up.
This had always been the spirit Supreme Alliance conveyed to everyone.
As a manager, he felt that he should not lower himself too much.
Wasn't it just another round of drinks with the staff?
It was fine as long as he could arrive on time.
Lin Feng, who had died once, was clearly more reserved. His fighting style also became more conservative.
At this moment.
Yun Hu, who had been guarding the tower, stopped.
He had an empty hand.
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