Chapter 228 Hegemony Master Cup

The hand of God game club is full of people, and there are moving figures everywhere. It's a bit like a vegetable market.

Today is the day of the 'Heroes Masters Cup' competition, and many players near Guangzhou came to participate in this competition. These people are often the best players in the local game.

Although there are still 3 hours before the official start of the game, many players have begun to spontaneously organize small warm-up competitions. The amount of gambling is not large, about 100 to 500 yuan.

Xiao Qi was stroking the sky-blue tactical keyboard on the special plane at this time, and looked at the door from time to time. A week ago, the game between Zhang Mu and Wu Ling shocked him so much that when he slept, all he thought about was their crazy work.

"Adeputy Xiao, what's wrong with you?" The young man who was fighting with Xiao Qi said strangely, "You are always distracted these days. Are those two really as powerful as you said? No matter how powerful it is, can it be better than our captain?

Xiao Qi came to his senses and sighed softly, "They are really powerful... Even if the captain goes in person, he may not be able to beat them..." As soon as the words fell, a voice came from a distance: "Nonsense, Xiao Qi, your boy is growing others' ambition and destroying his prestige..." Before the words were finished, the owner of the voice had come to Xiao. Behind him, he patted him on the shoulder from behind: "You stinky boy, you are drunk and dreaming all day long. If you have this time, you might as well play a few games with others and earn some extra money."

The young man who speaks is named Lu Jie, 'Captain of the Hero Hegemony Team of the Hand of God Game Club'. He is 24 years old. He is quite beautiful-looking, wearing a red and white T-shirt and stepping on slippers. He is quite casually dressed, even sloppy. I can't help it. Who let him stay in the hands of God since he was 14 years old? This game club is no different from home for him. Who stays in his own home and still pays attention to clothes?

"Captain, I didn't..." Xiao Qi smiled bitterly, suddenly looked at a pile of red 100-yuan bills in Lu Jie's hand, and said, "You're not, it only half an hour. Why did you make so much money?"

"Every 10 minutes, 500 yuan per game, hey hey hey hey." Lu Jie stuffed the money into his trousers pocket cheaply, looked at the crowd who signed up in the distance, put one arm on Xiao Qi's shoulder, and said, "There are really a lot of people. Don't think nonsense here. Hurry up and make some money. These people who come here are all half-baked. Even the four-control heroes want to participate in the competition before they have finished practicing. I don't know the sky. It's high and thick. I'll kill them later."

Lu Jie and Xiao Qi were chatting and laughing. At this time, Zhang Mu and Wu Ling slowly stepped up the steps.

Looking at the lively scene in front of him, Zhang Mu sighed, "Ah, I haven't seen so many people in an Internet cafe for a long time... It's worthy of being the hand of God. It's one of the best game clubs in Guangzhou."

"Ye, the single room of the Hand of God is larger than the black nest, which can accommodate 1,400 people on the game. Not only that, there is also a reading observation area, which can accommodate up to 3,000 people! It's almost time for the small basketball game!" Wu Ling looked inside and muttered, "Good boy, it seems that there must be more than 200 people who have signed up now..."

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "Then what are you still thinking? Hurry up and sign up!"

"Yes!"

not far away, Xiao Qi's eyes rested on Zhang Mu for a long time, and said solemnly, "Captain, the person I invited is here... Both of them... are the two of them!"

"Which one?" Lu Jie frowned slightly, looked over, and said with a smile, "Are you talking about the guy holding the notebook? Tut, this is a little exaggerated. Come to the Internet cafe and bring a laptop... Is he the son of an upstart?

"Captain, your mouth is really bad." Xiao Qi strode over and was recognized by Zhang Mu at a glance.

Zhang Mu nodded to him gently and said with a smile, "Hello, Xiao Qi."

The two shook hands. At this time, they listened to Wu Ling, who was queuing aside, and said, "Damn it, when it comes to me, don't you have to wait until the year of the monkey!"

Xiao Qi was stunned and hurriedly squeezed into the crowd. He whispered a few words in the applicant's ear, and then waved to Wu Ling and Zhang Mu: "What is your game ID?"

"12zero!" Wu Ling made a few strokes.

"I'm watching the game today, and I won't play." Zhang Mu still kept smiling.

After completing the formalities smoothly, a group of three people walked to the 'God's Hand Team Special Area'. Each game club has a separate team area. There are just a few team members who have something to do at home. The empty machine can be given to Zhang Mu and Wu Ling.

As soon as he sat down, Lu Jie came over and shook hands with the two with a smile. After the two sides introduced themselves, Zhang Mu leaned against the window and opened his laptop. His task today was to hit more gold coins in the maze and recruit all the arms.

"Your friend looks very lonely." Lu Jie looked at Zhang Mu with some dissatisfactoryness and said to his heart, "Is this boy too arrogant? Is it amazing to be good at playing games?

In fact, Zhang Mu didn't mean that at all. If he knew that he kept silent, he would be regarded as a man, and he would not be laughing or cry.

Wu Ling looked at Zhang Mu with a wry smile: "Brother Mu is very busy today... It wouldn't have been like this before."

"Brother, let's warm up two." The two game masters of the team saw Lu Jie giving them a look and came over and said to Wu Ling.

"Heat up? Oh...okas." Wu Ling opened the computer.

"Since it's the first time we meet, let's not bet too much. How about 1000?" The little man said.

"Gambling? 1000?" Wu Ling subconsciously touched his dry pocket. He hasn't made a penny since he changed his mind. In the past, all the money he won by playing games was spent... "It's okay. You can play with them. If you lose, it's up to me. If you win, it's up to you." Zhang Mu meditated. He was more than just confident in Wu Ling.

"He is indeed the son of an upstart..." Lu Jie smiled and took out 1,000 yuan and threw it on the table. He said to the little man, "Go ahead, fight seriously, don't be ashamed."

"I know!"

The waiter not far away saw that he was going to play the game here. He was very smart. He immediately connected the machines of both sides and broadcast the game synchronously on several LCD screens hanging in the air.

Wu Ling rubbed his hands desperately to warm up his body.

Zhang Mu smiled and said to his heart, "This boy's habits are similar to mine... He likes to rub his palms when he is excited, hehe."

The competition officially began - Wu Ling chose the orcs, the small one chose the church, and the medium-sized double-layer map.

At the beginning of the battle, the two sides began to hit the keyboard crazily. It was quite quiet in the war zone, but the players who watched the battle not far away were talking about something on the screen.

Zhang Mu withdrew from the battle space, glanced at Wu Ling's screen, and was very shocked. To be honest, Wu Ling is not the kind of talented player, but in just over a month, he can make his skills comparable to himself. How many hours does he have to practice every day? Doesn't he feel bored?

Xiao Qi stood behind Wu Ling without saying a word and stared at the hands that kept jumping on the keyboard. The two sides were not of the same level at all. The skills of the 'dwarves' in the club were only middle and superior, not to mention facing masters like Wu Ling, even ordinary masters may not be beaten.

"Wow... APM is about to pass 210!" Players watching the game whispered that Wu Ling's effective number of works in 1 minute is increasing over time, while the other party's APM has always fluctuated around 150. Let's put it this way, even a month ago, when the Dwarves fought with Wu Ling, the odds of winning were very low.

The battle ended after 10 minutes. Wu Ling took a pair of 5th-order arms to destroy the intersection monster, and directly smashed the dwarfs and heroes into pieces. There was a difference of 10 points between the two sides! The level difference is 6!

"What a great work..." Lu Jie sighed sincerely, immediately withdrew his contempt, pushed 1,000 yuan to Wu Ling's hand, and said seriously, "What a master! I'll fight with you. How about doubling it?"

Wu Ling turned his head and threw an inquiring look at Zhang Mu, who was immersed in his head. Zhang Mu hummed without raising his head: "Yes, fight."

"You look down on people too much, don't you? What are you arrogant about? Ruger couldn't restrain his anger and slapped the table to stand up.

Zhang Mu was stunned, raised his head and said strangely, "Me? Did I say something wrong?"

"Captain, captain, don't be angry..." Xiao Qi hurried over to pull Lu Jie and whispered, "I invited people. You can't fight with them on our territory, can you? Besides, they are just busy with their own affairs..."

Seeing Lu Jie staring at himself with a bitter and deep hatred, a few seconds later, Zhang Mu finally understood why there was a strong smell of gunpowder in the air. He smiled helplessly: "I'm sorry... I'm playing the hero invincible online version, nothing else... Because the town is short of money, I hit gold coins in the maze..."

Lu Jie rolled his eyes. As the saying goes, he stretched out his hand and didn't hit the smiling face. Since the other party had apologized to him, the previous thing was over... However, this anger must be vented!

"Triple it! 6000! Do you dare to bet!" Lu Jie waved his hand.

6000? Play a game? Isn't this a bit of a big bet? Wu Ling began to panic. The maximum amount of gambling he came into contact with was only 1,000, with the kind of bargaining.

"Think about the psychological tactics you used against me at the beginning. Don't be scared by him and bet on him." Zhang Mu closed his laptop, stood behind Wu Ling and whispered.

Wu Ling's face turned slightly red. At the beginning, his small eyes were all seen by Zhang Mu. He sighed and immediately said, "I'll bet with you! 6000 is 6000! Only cash, not checks!" After saying that, he turned his head and said pitifully, "Brother Mu... Oh, no, master..."

"I'm not your master..."

Zhang Mu rolled his eyes at him and took out 5,000 cash from the ATM in the Internet cafe.

60 hundred-yuan bills, more or less, almost the two-month salary of ordinary people, neatly stacked in front of the two people in the battle.

Now, there are more people watching the battle.

(to be continued)