Chapter 927: Why are you like a dog skin plaster

The person who came unscrupulously broke into the lounge of the LF team, without paying any attention to the people inside.

Seeing his sudden appearance, everyone in the LF team suddenly stopped.

He is the star mid laner of the JE team, Bailang, an extremely dazzling professional player in the KPL league, the captain and ace of the JE team.

Just now, under his leadership, the JE team beat the LF team to a dead end.

At the same time, these two teams that have just competed on the field are still deadly rivals.

Although there are quarrels among the members of the LF team, when facing foreign enemies, they choose to go out in unison.

Thin Monkey stared at him with a displeased expression on his face: "Bailang, what are you doing here? This is the lounge of the LF team, and you are not welcome from the JE team."

The person known as "Bailang" laughed and said, "What are you doing so stingy? Can't you even let people come in and sit?"

Thin Monkey said angrily, "You are not welcome here. Either you go out now, or we will chase you out together."

"Tsk, a bunch of defeated players, I'm really curious where you guys got so much confidence to drive me out, the FMVP of the World Championship." Bai Lang sat on the sofa struttingly, with Erlang's legs crossed, "Just now you fight. I thought I was playing the bots. With this level of competition, how can I still participate in the World Championships? Hey, I'm curious, the boss behind the scenes is the host. How much money did Fang Sai have to take you all the way to the finals."

As he spoke, his contemptuous eyes swept slowly across the crowd with obvious disdain.

It seems that the high-ranking person is looking at the smelly and hard stones in a pile of cesspools.

Thin Monkey reluctantly defended: "Bailang, don't talk too much! We came up step by step relying on our strength, and there is no inside story!"

"Huh? No insider information? Just your group of bronze-level rookies, how dare you shout in front of me?" Bai Lang sneered.

"Bailang, who do you think is a chicken?"

"I'm talking about you, why don't you admit it? Didn't everyone see today's game? You are a bunch of **** who were shaved by our JE team!"

The skinny monkey spat: "Bailang, waste your uncle!"

When the words fell, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight Bailang.

Bailang let out a loud "hello" and shouted, "Why, do you want to hit someone? If you hit someone, you will be banned from the game. I'm standing here, do you dare to hit me?"

The members of the LF team next to him grabbed him one after another: "Skinny monkey, don't be impulsive, calm down."

In the face of Bailang's provocation, their hearts were equally resentful.

Everyone beat him with fists.

However, the KPL league has clear regulations prohibiting team members from fighting in private, and offenders will be punished by competition.

The golden age of a professional player is only two or three years in total. They know better than anyone how difficult it is to go from the academy to the professional league, from the bench to the starter.

An incomparably short career, if it is contested because of private fights, it will undoubtedly mean that Thin Monkey's career will be ruined!

Therefore, at this time, they had to hold the thin monkey and let him calm down quickly.

But even if the members of the LF team endure in every possible way, Bailang is still unrelenting, like a dog-skin plaster.