"Yeah, there aren't many big shots like you. Teammates, we can play recklessly this match—we're definitely going to win!"
The player continued. When Chen Feng saw the message, he grinned. This guy was really confident. Hopefully Chen Feng wasn't playing with money this round; if that were the case, winning would be out of the question—they'd be lucky not to lose.
But that player had actually guessed right. Chen Feng really did want everyone to win this round—or, more precisely, he wanted himself to win. It was just a game, after all. If he could win, why not? Besides, Chen Feng truly didn't mind spending a few tens of thousands to win a match.
The game began shortly afterward. Just like in the previous match, Chen Feng immediately posted his WeChat and told the opposing players that he would pay 1,000 yuan for each kill they gave him.
Naturally, the opposing players didn't believe him, but the money was genuinely tempting. There would always be someone willing to give it a try. Once there was a first person, there would be a second.
The five players on the other side quickly learned that Chen Feng had not been deceiving them. As long as they fed him kills, they really could get 1,000 yuan from him. Now, they began coming up with all sorts of ways to feed him.
The players were afraid they wouldn't be able to give him enough kills. The moment they respawned, they rushed toward Chen Feng, while Chen Feng himself seemed rather unenthusiastic, taking his time.
When he was in a good mood, he would go collect a kill. When he was in a less-than-good mood, he might go over more slowly, waiting until the other side was frantic before taking their kill.
Under the influence