"Your best choice is to retire after success. If there is a battle between us, you will be the one who loses!"

As Liu Yi finished his plain words, a sudden thunder resounded through the sky with a huge sound. A "crack" suddenly lit up the entire sky, and raindrops as big as bean beads were falling from the sky on the earth.

The huge thunder sounded "Room" immediately followed the lightning and resounding between the world. At this moment, in the narrow space of Lamborghini, with the end of Liu Yi's words, the two seemed to be in a deadlock, and neither of them chose to continue speaking, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressed.

Sometimes it is better to vent it happily than silence. Lee Sang-hyuk, famous for his professional arena, is known as the world's top mid laner, and Liu Yi, a top anchor with four million fans, is recognized as the strongest rysj in Asia.

At this moment, the small space of Lamborghini reventon is full of the smell of gunpowder. The old-fashioned world invincible myth and the newly rising Asian devil, the first confrontation between the two finally started.

As the representatives of the strongest strength of the two countries, there must be a battle between Lee Sang-he and Liu Yi, it has nothing to do with anything else, this is fate.

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Listening to the heavy rain outside the car window and looking at the taillights of the Mercedes-Benz S500 that were lit up in front of him, Li Sang-he slowly calmed down, and his eyes turned to look at Liu Yi who was driving with an unknown meaning.

Faker showed a smile on his lips and said to Liu Yi who was driving:

"I'm the best choice for me to retire after success?"

He chuckled softly and shook his head. Lee Sang-he's eyes were full of fighting spirit at this moment, and he continued to say to Liu Yi:

"I have been playing for so many years, and there is no player who can beat me perfectly in the true sense."

Speaking of this, Faker seemed to feel the glory that belonged to him in the dark. He involuntarily corrected his sitting position and continued:

"Retire after success? Haha, Liu Yi, I look forward to the showdown with you!"

"Although you and I are friends, the showdown between us is inevitable. This is our destiny. If I join the professional team in the future and meet you, I will not show mercy."

Liu Yi's eyes gradually became firm, and he looked ahead along the bright headlights from afar, like a black light passing by the Lamborghini reventon, galloping past the sky-covering rain. Inside his car, two top world-class kings, at this moment, formally issued a letter of war to each other!

At this time, the team gradually saw the general outline of the skt club. Seeing this, the two stopped talking and silently prepared to get off the car.

"Anihashe, please be careful when you get off the bus."

It didn't take long. After more than ten minutes, the convoy had already entered the skt club. As soon as the three cars stopped, several bodyguards holding black umbrellas got off the car and came to the front of the Lamborghini Reventon.

After knocking on the car door respectfully, he bowed slightly and waited for the two of them to get off the car.

"We don't want our friendship to be affected by our position."

Sitting calmly in the car, looking at the taillights of the Mercedes-Benz S500 in front of the car, Liu Yi slowly turned his head, looked at Li Sang-he and said, after that, he suddenly opened the car door and walked down.

The bodyguard standing beside him, holding an umbrella, immediately supported the umbrella above Liu Yi's head, blocking the rain falling from the sky for Liu Yi.

As for the Faker who was still in the car, there were naturally two bodyguards waiting for him to get off the car. At this time, Faker's pupils were full of Liu Yi and many bodyguards.

"Friendship? Is it a friendship between me and you?"

Watching Liu Yi leave surrounded by many bodyguards, muttering to himself what Liu Yi said just now, Faker smiled on his calm face, as if a stone was thrown into the lake.

Although there were many people holding umbrellas, Liu Yi was inevitably wet. Kim Jong-jung didn't know where he was at this moment, so Liu Yi also saved up a fight with Kim Jong-jung. After returning to his room, he took a hot shower and rested.

Faker, without taking a shower, walked directly to Kim Jong-jung's office.

Walking to Kim Jong-jung's office door, Faker paused for a moment, and after a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, he immediately turned into firmness and raised his hand to knock on the door of the room.

"Please come in."

After hearing Kim Jong-jung-kun's words, Faker then opened the door and walked in. At this time, Kim Jong-jung-kun was sorting out information on his desk. After seeing that it was Faker, Kim Jong-kun took off his eyes from his nose and said to Faker.

"Hmm? You're back, where are others?"

"Coach, don't waste your time. I have confirmed that Liu Yi will not join our skt. To be precise, he will not join any Korean team."

He did not hide anything or did any useless work. Faker's current performance is like playing games, clean and decisive without any delay.

With a bang, Kim Jong-jung-soo's pen was suddenly dropped on the floor. However, as the head coach of the world overlord SKT, Kim Jong-jung-soo's inner adjustment ability is undoubtedly very powerful.

After a brief loss of composure, Kim Jong-jun immediately adjusted his condition and said without saying a word. He bent down calmly and picked up the pen that fell to the ground. Then he walked to Faker, patted Faker's shoulder and said calmly:

"It doesn't matter. He doesn't join any Korean team. The biggest threat to us is already in contact. As our opponents, the lpl region had to admit that they were very strong, but now, you should be very clear about their true strength."

Speaking of this, Kim Jong-jun turned his back to Faker, looked at the framed words hanging in his office and said:

"It's just a false statement."

The four framed words hanging in Kim Jong-jung's office are,

God rewards hard work!
Chapter completed!