But based on the bits and pieces I overheard, I could guess a few things. They were definitely evenly matched.
It was hard to say whether RPC could actually win.
If I wanted a guaranteed victory, there was only one way: I had to play myself.
"It's not a big deal. We can win."
Super Player was just gaining momentum. I had to strike while the iron was hot and make sure there were no slip-ups.
"That's a relief. I have to plan this event carefully. Whether we can reach the next level all depends on this."
Qiu Yunong stood up and unzipped the back of her pencil skirt. "Sugar Daddy, shall we proceed to the next step?"
...
Qiu Yunong's "work report" lasted for about an hour.
The report was conducted on the desk, the sofa, and the windowsill.
After leaving the company, it was about time.
Lin Jiang went home and switched to the Voice of the Dark Night. He slammed his foot on the gas, and the engine roared like a beast, sending a surge of adrenaline through him.
