Brother, who the hell are you, we played six rounds, so we can leave each other's names. ”

This is the first time Mike has met such an "arrogant" guy, who won the game and refused to leave a name. Mike watched as the guy got up coolly, looking ready to leave.

"Hey, you don't—" Before Mike could finish speaking, he saw Silence walking towards the row of prizes.

Silent asked the host brother: "Can I get the prize?" ”

The host's little brother was stunned at first, and it took a long time to react, silent that he was here to challenge, and he could take away the prize if he won the challenge.

"When, of course you can." The host tugged at the corners of his mouth and pointed to the rows of signed photos and pillows on the shelves, "You have won six rounds, you can choose from them." ”

The host never expected that Silence would still remember the prize.

It stands to reason that this kind of peerless master can't come to the competition because of some cheap prizes... It is generally with the original intention of learning martial arts.

Silent without saying a word, he took out an oversized bag from the shelf, put all six pillows reflecting Yama's photos, and put six signed photos into his pocket.

The whole process went smoothly, as if it had been done countless times.

In front of everyone's eyes, he was silent and calm, carrying a large bag of pillows, and left...

That's it, left...

When everyone came back to their senses, the silence had disappeared into the vast sea of people, as if it had never appeared. Everyone was in an uproar, and suddenly discovered one thing:

Could it be that this ruthless man challenged the professional players just to get the pillow of Mr. Shan?

This... Is this still a fan of Mr. Shan?

...

When the crowd dispersed, in the backstage rest area, Mike reported today's situation to the NEWORLD team as soon as possible.

"Strange, who the hell is this man?"

The NEWORLD team welcomes this kind of hidden master the most, and often sends people to dig in the people.

“... Silent. Mike sat backstage in a daze, frowning and pondering, "Looks like I've heard of this person somewhere." ”

Team WD...

But this time, there is no one named silent in the WD team roster.

The host's brother ran over with a smile, threw Mike a bottle of Coke, and sat next to Mike with a grunt, teasing: "Mike, how do you feel about losing to passers-by today?" ”

"He's not a passerby." Mike pursed his lips and glared at the gloating teenager.

The little brother shrugged, opened the browser of his mobile phone, typed in a few words, and muttered to himself: "He's not a passerby?" Ghost only letter, I searched the web, and I couldn't find his information - I'll go? ”

On the U.S. website, there is indeed a lot of [] information, which comes from China.

"What's wrong?" Mike leaned over, his chin pressed lightly on the boy's shoulder, and his arm rested on the boy's shoulder very naturally, looking curiously at the page.

The host brother was shocked: "WD is silent, the starting player of the Chinese WD team, an all-round professional player, and is known as the [KPL No. 1 Auxiliary].

However, he seems to have been injured last season and temporarily retired. ”

"It is said that his level of support has reached a state of insolvability. Especially with Mr. Shan, the two cooperate very well. ”

Mike raised his eyebrows, no wonder he played against Silence today, he always felt that he had a natural kingly domineering...

It turned out to be a peer, or a top professional player who came out of China's KPL.

"It's strange, he fights with you just to win Mr. Shan's pillow?" The host brother is a little puzzled, these professional players, the head structure is more strange than the other.

"Probably like-minded." Mike rubbed his chin and smiled meaningfully.