The indignant A-San could only return to his seat and start plotting in his heart.
Once they finished the match and collected those two hundred million in prize money, they would definitely become tycoons in Huaxia, throwing money into the streets!
They would stay in the most expensive hotel, book out the entire place, and make those Huaxia people who wanted rooms wait anxiously outside!
Then they would buy the most expensive food, buy two portions, eat one, and throw the other away!
Finally, they would find several beautiful Huaxia women. Heh heh heh heh.
They had to let these Huaxia people know just how formidable A-San was!
At the thought, the four A-Sans revealed satisfied smiles.
But in the next moment, the image that appeared on the computer screen made it impossible for them to smile again.
Because Jiang Siming was dancing in front of their death boxes.
Mockery. This was blatant mockery!
The four A-San players watched Jiang Siming's ridiculous dance on the screen, their faces turning dark.
They wished they could enter the game right then and riddle Jiang Siming with bullets!
"Referee, he's mocking us! Someone like this should be permanently banned!" A-San was still A-San, his wicked intentions unchanged.
The referee, however, did not even look at them, treating them as if they were invisible.
"Damn it! In the next game, we'll definitely make you pay!" The A-San captain glared through gritted teeth at Jiang Siming, who was acting smugly on the screen, and clenched his fists.
Audiences around the world watched Jiang Siming's "dance," and apart from the Indian viewers, everyone else found it extremely satisfying.
Ming Shen was truly a man. If someone wronged him, he got even; if someone offended him, he retaliated. He absolutely refused to put on that humble gentleman