"Mm..."
Tang Ye kept his mouth shut and said nothing.
Things seemed to be getting interesting.
It wanted Tang Ye to unite nine lords.
Okay, no problem. Nine it was!
But!
Why did those nine people include Cristiano Ronaldo?
Honestly, if Tang Ye had to analyze it himself, he would conclude that turning Cristiano Ronaldo into his lackey would be harder than subduing the other eight combined!
Tang Ye still did not know what the criteria for a "lackey" were.
But one thing was certain: this was the most difficult mission Tang Ye had ever received.
Without question.
This so-called uniting of nine lords was merely a euphemism.
That damned system was deliberately making things hard for him, wanting GGBond to suppress Cristiano!
"What's wrong?"
Ousmane Dembélé looked up at Tang Ye with an incredulous expression. "There's no need to be this upset just because Aphelios got nerfed, right?"
Both Ousmane Dembélé and de Jong noticed the change in Tang Ye's expression.
Just minutes after complaining that his favorite champion had been nerfed, Tang Ye suddenly clenched his teeth.
It was hard not to suspect that GGBond wanted to grab a knife and go after the League of Legends designers.
"..."
Tang Ye shook his head. "No, no, it's not that."
"Games are secondary. The important thing is matches. Football matches are what matter!"
"Oh, come on! Stop pretending!"
Ousmane Dembélé leaned his upper body back. "You just want to chop up the designers. Just say it!"
"Osman, you take games too seriously."
Tang Ye could not help lecturing Ousmane Dembélé. "Haven't you noticed that you spend way too much time gaming? You played that much a few years ago, and you still play that much now."
"You should learn from me. I only play twice a week now. Mm,