Bai Yansong smiled and said: "It's an honor to invite Mr. Han Qiaosheng. You haven't participated in the commentary for a long time, right?"
"About ten years."
Huang Jianxiang continued: "There are four teams that entered the finals, namely the four teams led by player Agoni, minor Bread, curator Qin and Mu Su."
Han Qiaosheng smiled and said: "I have been following the game for a while, and I heard that these four teams have their own characteristics."
Bai Yansong nodded: "Yes. The leaders of the team are all players who can defeat many enemies. Especially Director Qin once seated Red Rabbit in the semi-finals. He held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and entered and exited the court three times, killing everyone.
The opponents were overwhelmed."
"Amazing." Han Qiaosheng praised. "It seems that Director Qin's team has a great advantage."
Huang Jianxiang and Bai Yansong looked at each other, laughed in understanding, and explained to the confused Han Qiaosheng: "You don't know something. In fact, the team with the greatest advantage among the four teams is Mu Su's team."
"oh?"
The camera moved in unison and fell on Mu Su on the court. He was wearing a blue uniform with his player number and sponsor name printed on it, and he was doing radio gymnastics meticulously. The players around him looked like they were taking the lead.
After Mu Su got established, the sales of the Three Breasts Dance Hall increased several times that day. Merchants in Hell City saw the business opportunities and looked for suitable spokespersons one after another.
Mu Su was naturally the most popular, but Shenlong never came to an end. It was difficult to find traces except before and after the start of the game. The sponsor finally contacted other team members and got on the line with Mu Su.
The sponsor provides a set of team uniforms, and as a reward, Mu Su enjoys 10,000 Hongjing advertising fees, and the other 10 team members share 20,000 equally.
It’s hard to say whether the third round of the Death Tournament will still be in Hell City, so save some money for future troubles.
In the broadcast room, after listening to two colleagues introducing Mu Su's deeds, Han Qiaosheng couldn't help but praise: "It's really incredible. I'm afraid not one such talent will be born in thousands of years."
Bai Yansong echoed: "The other three teams are dwarfed by Musu. If they want to win, they can only cut off their own hands and let the referee make strict penalties. In this way, Musu's advantage will be gone."
Huang Jianxiang: "The teams have not yet been assigned. The other three teams are discussing tactics to kill Musu. It seems that they are planning to take strict precautions against Musu."
You and I exchanged words in the broadcast room, and soon the venue had drawn lots. Mu Su's team faced off against Director Qin's team. The other two teams were temporarily offstage, waiting for their turn after the game was over.
As expected, Director Qin's team ran to negotiate with the referee, and Mu Su was forced to hand over the weapons on his body and the props in the ring, and also had his identity verified to confirm that he was himself.
The game is about to start. A group of blue sportswear and a group of green sportswear take the field and stand in their respective positions.
The referee raised his arm and prepared to blow the whistle.
Han Qiaosheng shouted excitedly: "As soon as the goalkeeper blows the whistle, the game begins!"
…
The shouts and shouts came one after another. The auditorium was packed with players and natives of Hell City.
The auditorium was near a corner of the stadium, and a group of figures in black robes sat in it, keeping eerily silent.
The elder of the Natural Church sat in the middle, and the believer next to him whispered to him: "Elder, we must be careful about the target, he has too many methods."
He went to inquire about some information before, but the more he inquired, the more frightened he became, until his scalp became numb.
Can this kind of existence really be taken away smoothly by oneself?
The elder shook his head slightly, and his already low voice became even more unpleasant amid the din: "This is not something we need to worry about. The Presbyterian Council has already received the news."
"Then what are we going to do?"
"Wait..." The elder's eyes fell on the figure galloping on the court. "Wait for the right time, take the target away, and then..."
"Return to Earth!"
"Yes, we will return to our mother's arms, we will... go home."
Human beings are all moths. He hurt the mother who raised him, and then abandoned her...
But soon, the time for mankind to atone for its sins came.
…
"This guy... is surprisingly good, with his prank-loving character."
On the official live broadcast page, Lina, who was watching the broadcast, commented lightly.
"I'm a little pleased with him now."
In the living room, most senior members are watching the live broadcast through gaming helmets. Although you can enter the official website without gaming helmets, the time flow rate in the game is seven times different. If you watch it in non-sleep mode, everything will feel like fast forwarding.
"It's not just a prank..." Eugene thought to himself, and after thinking about it, he asked her: "Do I need to contact Mr. Musu after the game?"
"Whatever you want, I won't go anyway." Lina gritted her teeth. "I'm afraid I won't be able to help but beat him."
…
The auditorium, the most inconspicuous corner.
The middle-aged man wearing the system's default equipment watched all this quietly.
If Mu Su saw him, he would definitely approach him with a look on his face and seek relatives.
"Boss, don't we have to do anything?" the young man next to him asked him.
"No need, what happens next is up to him."
"Then why do you want to help him...?" The young man was puzzled.
"Make good friends. There is no harm in knowing more people."
The young man suddenly realized.
"Do you believe it?" the middle-aged man suddenly said again, and the young man was stunned.
"Believe...believe it..." He didn't know why the boss said this.
"Then you have been deceived." The middle-aged man chuckled and raised his finger to the sky. "I would like to get acquainted with him, but there are regulations from above. Mr. Musu is left to his own devices and cannot take the initiative to contact him. If it happens, forget it.
I'm lucky, I can do you a favor and you won't say anything about me."
"Above..." The young man was lost.
The No Owners Chaebol is one of the top entities in the Federation. In name, it is a resource exploration and collection company, but in reality it is secretly mining resources on extraterrestrial planets. Who... could it be above him?
Federation?
…
"The much-anticipated game has begun! There is a strong smell of gunpowder on the field now. The players of the two teams are fighting for each other on the field, and the leaders of the two teams are also jealous of each other."
In the broadcast room, Han Qiaosheng gave an impassioned explanation, and the two of them agreed. He specializes in the art, and Han Qiaosheng is extremely professional, although he always makes many slips of the tongue.
"Now the No. 7 player of the blue team, Sly, passes the ball to the No. 9 player. The No. 9 player is also named Sly. They may be brothers. There are many brothers active in football, such as the DeBoer brothers and the Keane brothers. Okay.
The ball, this ball was passed very well to No. 10. Why, No. 10 is also called Sharp. It may be like this. The players only have their last names printed on their jerseys. These players all have the last name Sly, just like many players in South Korea.
The surname is Park. Beautiful,
No. 10 passed two players and scored a goal. No. 11 stepped forward to congratulate him. No. 11 is - Sly..."
Bai Yansong couldn't stand it and reminded Han Qiaosheng in a low voice.
Han Qiaosheng paused and apologized hastily: "I'm sorry, viewers, Sly is the name of the sponsor printed on the jersey."
Question marks appeared on the live broadcast page.