Chang Yue suddenly trembled, as if awakening from a nightmare. She looked at the gun on the table; the silver reaper had just claimed a life.
Pressure, like substantial waves, squeezed her from all directions. Alger's death shattered her last bit of luck.
She had witnessed the scheming and psychological battles among top players and understood the chasm-like gap between herself and Su Ming'an. If someone as formidable as Alger fell to Su Ming'an, what chance did she have?
Fear began to spiral out of control, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
"Shoot, Miss Chang Yue." Su Ming'an's calm voice came through.
But Chang Yue couldn't stay calm; she couldn't win... Even though this was a game with a significant element of luck, she couldn't win against the person capable of creating infinite miracles in front of her... She had watched the livestreams for too long and knew clearly how strong this person was.
