208: Chapter 208: Really Damn Bad 208: Chapter 208: Really Damn Bad “Pfft!”
Those like Hua Ling who had been seriously ready to see what Zhang Fan would do next, just burst out laughing.
A young lady with good skills and plenty of water?
Damn, why does it feel like this guy knows even more than the kidnappers?
Even Ding Yang almost choked to death laughing.
Well, he took back what he’d just said.
However, Ding Yang’s eyes were getting brighter and brighter.
From the beginning, Zhang Fan had never played by the rules.
Initially, Zhang Fan didn’t hold much hope either.
But Zhang Fan’s actions, step by step, baffled him.
Just enter the house, will you?
“Zhang Fan, take the chance to check out the room, see what weapons the enemy has, and the current state of Qin Shuang,” Ding Yang started speaking.
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes at Ding Yang’s words, hadn’t he already said that his future mother-in-law wasn’t even here?
If it weren’t for trying to gather more information, would he even bother with this bunch, wanting to die of pleasure, ascension my ass?
Walking into the room, Zhang Fan heard two people playing League of Legends, roaring at each other.
“Fuck, beat him up, Prince, just use your R already.”
“Idiot, why are you grabbing me, let me out, fuck.”
“Sword Saint, hurry home to defend the tower, the enemy Zhao Xin is stealing the nexus, can’t you see that, fucking brain-dead.”
And then, just five seconds later, their nexus was stolen.
Zhang Fan’s eyes twinkled, then he sneered: “So noob, still playing ADC, damn, such noobs.”
Zhang Fan spoke loudly, as if afraid those two couldn’t hear him.
At that moment, he had a new plan.
If his mother-in-law wasn’t here, then this group definitely knew where she was.
He could force them, but that would only put his mother-in-law in danger.
So, he didn’t dare take the risk.
At this moment, he just hoped those two noobs would react to his words.
Sure enough, the guy playing ADC stood up immediately, his eyes blazing as he glared at Zhang Fan.
“Fuck, if you can play then show us, motherfucker, the entire opposing team is fully equipped with six items, no way to win, and our Prince is an idiot, how are we supposed to play?” the man roared.
“Psh, I make several hundred an hour, play your sister, fuck off,” Zhang Fan said, pushing the food cart slowly away, frequently looking back.
Watching Zhang Fan’s actions, a few people nearby sneered.
Several hundred an hour?
If being a waiter paid that much, they’d chop off their heads and kick them around like soccer balls.
Fucking, just say you want money.
“Fine, several hundred, I’ll give it to you if you win this game,” the man immediately pulled out a stack of money and threw it on the table.
Zhang Fan chuckled and then immediately turned around, scuttling over to pocket all the money on the table, then waved his hand and said, “Move aside, watch me.”
The bald guys were stunned.
Fuck, that stack had over three thousand dollars, and he just took it like that?
Fuck, this little bastard definitely is no good.
“Look at your build, they’re going full Armor Penetration over there, what the hell, and Bloodthirster?
Are you that scared of dying?
If you’re so badass, why didn’t you get Blue Shield?
How long do you think that shield from Bloodthirster will last?
Sword Saint cuts you in two strikes, any more and it’s on me,” Zhang Fan said bluntly, assuming the attitude of a gaming god, schooling the rookie.
Joking, during his high school years, since he couldn’t play basketball, he had channeled all his energy into gaming.
Ever since he started playing League of Legends, he couldn’t stop.
It took him a year to climb from noob to the top echelon, still bottom-ranked, but a bona fide top player—mind you, a top player, and not just some Bronze Rank trash-talking noob.
What the hell, a Sword Saint, with a 2-10 score, going full AD output, and the worst part is, he’s fucking top lane.
Not to mention the top-laner, although he has six items, what the hell are four Infinity Edges?
You think you can one-shot crit me to death?
Zhang Fan was also fuming, damn, being bad is one thing, but at least you could watch more livestreams, see how others build their gear, it’s not like the pros build whatever they want.
Zhang Fan directly sold his stuff and topped it off with an Infinity Edge.
Without Infinity Edge, why bother playing Vayne?
“Where’s the cigarette, light it up!” Zhang Fan shouted.
The man immediately pulled out a cigarette, delivered it to Zhang Fan’s mouth, and lit it up.
“Cough, cough!”
“Damn, is this a fake cigarette, shit.” Zhang Fan roared, and then took a puff, blowing smoke rings.
Barely smokes, and suddenly having one, it’s fucking choking.
Especially in freshman year,, Old Man Zhang next door got lung cancer from smoking, and the ever so fearsome Zhang Fan outright quit.
It was only during New Year’s, or when hanging out with Gao Qi, that he smoked occasionally.
On Hua Ling’s side, it was total chaos.
Listening to the clatter of keyboard typing, the crowd was dumbfounded.
Hasn’t even been ten minutes, right?
Are they already getting cozy with the robbers?
The scariest part was, the tone, fucking sounded like they wanted to beat someone up, how the hell did they manage to infiltrate the enemy?
Today’s kidnappers are really low on IQ, huh?
Could we see some professionalism?
“Fuck, kiddo, what the fuck, following me around picking up kills, damn, 5-0-7, wondering why my growth was stunted, turns out all the kills were stolen by you.” Zhang Fan roared as he glanced at the nearby Sona’s gear.
Especially right now, as Vayne, fucking only two kills, died eight times, plus shoes, barely four and a half items.
Zhang Fan couldn’t stand it, as a support, even if the ADC is bad, you fucking can’t show off like this.
The guy playing Sona immediately smashed the keyboard, glaring and yelling at Zhang Fan, “If it weren’t for me protecting you, you’d have fucking died twenty times by now.”
On hearing this, Zhang Fan’s eyes filled with tears, playing ADC is such a fucking challenge.
“Fuck off, I’m going to solo the Sword Saint top lane, don’t follow me, I need you to see what the Vengeance Seeker is.” Saying this, Zhang Fan bought a Vision Ward and ran towards the top lane where Sword Saint was pushing.
Damn, only 20 minutes into the game, top lane turret already stolen, the other two lanes only have high ground left.
The guy with Sona sneered, “Keep acting, I’ll just stand here and watch you, I really want to see how you handle Sword Saint.”
“Stay aside, scrub, watch me.” Zhang Fan said disdainfully.
Although damage reduction is terrifying, skill decides everything.
Zhang Fan suddenly stopped, typing fiercely.
“Sword Saint, little scrub, I’m coming to slaughter you, is your neck clean?” Zhang Fan broadcasted this message to everyone.
“Hahaha, what did I hear?
This scrub has gone mad?”
“I bet two strikes!”
“Trash, kill me, I’ll call you daddy.” Sword Saint replied.
With a grin, Zhang Fan swaggered into Sword Saint’s vision.