“Really?” Stanley Batton asked.
Xyla Quest nodded. “Yeah, you were. You would’ve been hailed as the battle god if that happened during a professional match.”
“Oh?”
“I’m serious,” she insisted.
“But that wasn’t a professional match. My opponents were all terrible,” he stated as he made a face.
“How could there be terrible players at such high ranks?” she asked.
One of Stanley’s teammates from the match sent him a friend request while they were speaking, and he accidentally clicked on the button to accept.
Almost immediately, that person began to speak.
“Boss, are you interested in joining my team? I’m the manager in charge of Team IM’s Honor of Kings section.
“How old are you this year? We can discuss wages by meeting up in person as long as you agree.
“Our club would never exploit our professional gamers.”
Stanley smirked in amusement before replying to him. “I’m not interested.”
However, the man didn't let that deter him from pestering a talented gamer.
“Don’t say that. Why wouldn’t you be interested? You can earn a lot of money from gaming, you know? You might even make up to ten million a year.
“Most professional gamers earn several tens of millions per year. Don’t you want to make this much money?
“Our club’s owner, Henry Armstrong, is no ordinary businessman. He is very generous to our gamers.
“Not only does he offer a high salary, but he also pays out huge bonuses during festivities. These bonuses come at 100,000 at the very least,” he added.
However, his arguments failed to impress Stanley.
“I’m still not interested,” he typed, feeling uncompelled by what most people deemed was a lucrative offer.
“Why?”
He stopped responding to the man altogether.
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