Jiang Siming's competitive spirit took over, and he played a solo match against several other team members one after another. In the end, no one escaped his curse of being solo-killed.
Even someone as strong as Factory Director was still solo-killed by Jiang Siming with an incredible Lee Sin performance—the kind of chaotic, lonely outplay that drew a "7."
That immediately made the EDG members admire Jiang Siming wholeheartedly.
"Brother Jiang, why don't you stop playing PUBG and come play League of Legends with us? Maybe EDG could even win the World Championship," Abe said emotionally.
He had never imagined that someone could truly be this talented. Jiang Siming was unmatched in PUBG, yet he was also this strong at League of Legends.
Hu Zhao, who had once been quite proud of his own gaming talent, no longer felt the slightest bit of satisfaction.
In front of Jiang Siming, his gaming talent might not even qualify him as a "stinky little brother."
Jiang Siming climbed down from his chair and said, "Have you ever seen a club need its owner to personally step in and save the team?"
Abe gave an awkward laugh when he heard this and hurriedly admitted his mistake.
Jiang Siming said seriously, "I have a quirk. With any industry under my control, I require it to reach the top, no matter what the industry is. So, if EDG fails to make it into the top three at the World Championship next year, I'll consider selling the club. I don't keep useless trash."
"People can't live in the past forever. Whatever honors you had in the past should come with corresponding pressure in the present. I believe you all understand the principle that a true hero doesn't boast of past glories. So, let me see your growth