DDZ and I are also familiar with each other, so we can't watch him be beaten.

Unexpectedly, when I just walked to the side, DDZ was stunned when he saw me, and turned to shake his head secretly, signaling me not to go over. The people punched me a few times, looked back at me, and scolded me a few more words I didn't understand. Before leaving, they hit my shoulder. They were very arrogant.

"Robbery?" I asked DDZ.

He shook his head.

"Do you want to call the police?" I asked again.

"It's okay, they are all my former teammates." DDZ said, rubbing her slightly blue face. Her former teammates seemed to be very heavy.

Teammates fight each other hard, putting aside personal character factors, the only contradiction that exists is the competitive competition itself.

I watched him say nothing. Although I had only played a few games with him, I could still feel that DDZ is a very optimistic and powerful player. At least in the major teams, it would not be a kind of pressure monster.

For non-personal reasons, then there are only... moral issues left.

DDZ looked at my strange eyes and instantly understood what I was thinking. He laughed at himself: "Don't you want to know why I can't play the game? As you can see."

“I’m involved in esports spinach.”

really.

There was not much trouble in my heart. Not everyone is like the prodigy of the gods like Maybe and Paparazi. Any player who has been hiding from the bottom of the professional circle will more or less touch this kind of thing, but they are usually tacit, as long as they cannot be too much. Although spinach is moral, it can still be understood. However, people who are fake matches have particularly bad reputations and character, and it is not an exaggeration to call them rats crossing the street.

DDZ, a genius boy in Malaysia, was a genius boy in Ti4 who led Arrow to break through the siege in Southeast Asia where strong teams gathered, and repeatedly performed 1V9 on Ti's field. The Blue Cat, TK and Carl are both outstanding, with their hand speeds to the extreme. In the version of the Void Spirit Sword without trajectory, DDZ's tinkerer could release Void Spirit roots at a speed that was unrecognizable to the naked eye, and rarely make mistakes. He was once known as the genius boy who succeeded the priest (Mushi, an ancient master of Southeast Asia).

However, the exposure of the fake match during the Ti4 period brought all this to an abrupt end. All five people left the team. DDZ and one of his teammates were permanently suspended due to his girlfriend's betting record. As a result, DDZ gradually faded out of the professional circle.

"I have implicated everyone and failed the expectations of fans for me. But life forces me to make some extra money. Although betting should not be tolerated as a professional player, my situation when I was playing professionally is not as simple as ordinary people imagine." He said lyrically, with indescribable regret in his tone.

I asked lightly, "So, have you considered making a comeback?"

He shook his head: "My career is over, I have no turning back."

"So, are you spinach or fake?"

"Is this important?" He stood up, with bitterness.

"I can pretend to be pitiful and say that I am forced by life, and I can also use my parents to divorce and family difficulties to gain sympathy. I can also push the blame to my teammates and the club, saying that they forced me to participate in the fake match, and I have no choice. I can even throw the responsibility to my girlfriend, saying that she put the bets that other teams won by me..."

"I have too many excuses to find, but none of them can change the fact that I have been involved in it."

DDZ shook her head helplessly, and I looked at him, as if I saw myself many years ago. If I hadn't had this magical experience, would I regret it like him in the future?

Maybe. There is no time function in the world that allows people to travel through the past and tell themselves to cherish the present.

"There was once such a person..." I suddenly wanted to tell a story.

"He embarked on the career path with his passbook from his single mother and single brother. Over the years, he watched the numbers inside grow again and again, and was very excited because he felt that he had grown up and became independent. His mother asked him about the source of the money, and he lied to her that it was a bonus. But what he didn't expect was that his mother, who knew nothing about e-sports, had not left any offline matches related to him."

I looked at the iconic building in the distance with longing, the shopping mall that was about to hold the Manilat Championship, and murmured: "He has never won the championship in a major event."

"Sometimes, if you take too much money in your hands, you can't bear the things on your shoulders."

It’s shameful to play, and the money you earn is the same. It doesn’t matter how strangers think of you, but if your relatives define your moral qualities, I don’t want to taste that indescribable taste again.

DDZ looked at me who was pretending to be deep and smiled: "Does Chinese children like telling stories like you?"

I shrugged, no one believed the truth, and sometimes pretentiousness turned into stewed chicken soup, just get used to everything.

The bleak wind drifted, and a note floated towards the dust and fell at my feet. I picked it up and opened it, frowned at the words on it.

“There are electronic invoices in this casino?”

"What's the meaning?"

"Look." I handed the note to DDZ, and he took it over and looked at it, and his face immediately changed.

【Fiwso, DT-T4 168, bettor:***, Amount: 200,000,000$】

"Your teammate?"

"No." DDZ immediately denied.

The above is the betting record of the order, but it is not his teammate. A group of people who can get data that does not belong to them from online casinos will be a bit intriguing.

"Are you sure they fell?" He couldn't believe it.

I nodded and affirmed: "Unless someone hit me here just now."

Looking at each other, we obviously felt that it was not simple.

"I heard from Jack that Feso is just a casino for fun."

DDZ shook his head: "Everything that is involved in gambling will definitely not be a good thing."

"Go in and have a look?" I suggested.

He hesitated for a while, and finally agreed: "Okay, you can follow me later."

...

Rather than calling this "Fiso" a casino, it is better to say that it is a chess and card room or a small place similar to a lottery station.

There are two stone statues placed at the door, but they are not like traditional Chinese stone lions. I think it should be related to warding off evil spirits.

There were not many people inside, only a few were scattering small receipts. The little eyes were full of expectations, and they gently curled their nails and scraped them back and forth. When the numbers inside were exposed to the sun, there was a lot of loss on their faces. Then they threw them hard on the ground, still feeling unsatisfied, and spitted on them.

The true nature of a gambler is fully exposed, it seems that this is correct.

"Is this Feiso?" I asked blankly. Apart from the two mascots at the door, it was too shabby and out of place with Manila.

DDZ smiled mysteriously: "The real thing is upstairs."
Chapter completed!