Return Flow Disabled, There Was Another Trump Card

Listening to Ji Yan continue chasing down and killing enemies with his three-hit taunt, Qian Duoduo's mouth twitched.

He coughed twice. "If I leave, what will you do?"

"We're teammates, and fellow Black Chess juniors. I can't do that."

"Even if I messed up a little, I have my own principles."

Watching his performance, Ji Yan said blandly, "There are two reasons you aren't running."

"First, you're still holding onto a sliver of hope for a comeback."

"Second, if you ran back like this, you wouldn't be able to show your face."

"..."

"You really didn't have to be so blunt."

Qian Duoduo looked serious. "Let's talk about the important matter at hand."

"From here on out, listen to me."

"I still have a trump card up my sleeve. I was waiting for you to arrive."

Hearing that, Ji Yan could not hold back a laugh. "Listening to you again?"

"Fine. Brother Qian may have messed up once, but he can't keep messing up, right?"

"Go on, tell me. I'm listening."

"Leaving a backup plan is standard practice for anyone who can be a Chess Player." Qian Duoduo leaned closer, carrying a stench with him. "I manipulated an NPC inside a Restricted Zone."

"Just like the Clown Eerie, it's my backup plan."

"If I don't use it, I won't be satisfied. I can't let that guy L win so easily."

"If I really lose, then I'll accept it."

Qian Duoduo spoke.

"Why don't you go yourself?"

The moment Ji Yan asked, he realized. "Oh, right. I remember now."

"You're only a Tier 2 Plague Eerie now. The moment you leave this doorway, you'll be crushed to death like one of your rat pups."

"Do you really need to keep rubbing it in?" Qian Duoduo was certain Ji Yan had not