The Calamity Committee

You want me to throw the match?

Cong Yu thought.

And interestingly enough, he was not a particularly cynical person, nor did he think there was anything wrong with this kind of "preselection."

Being a very practical person, Cong Yu did not have much interest in being the so-called champion... so he could accept such an arrangement.

That was, provided those so-called directors could be a little more "reasonable" and not act too obnoxiously.

As Cong Yu pondered...

Several people in formal suits exchanged glances, then said, "You may have already guessed... you've been selected as the champion, future boss."

That was what they said.

And it was not beyond Cong Yu's expectations... so it really was related to "preselection"... Wait, who had been selected?

Cong Yu: "..."

Cong Yu: "???"

At the rooftop of the Flip Royal Casino, Cong Yu stepped out of the elevator and gazed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows at the brilliant lights in the distance.

Flip Star truly was a planet that never slept...

Looking out at the night from here, it was as bright as day because of the countless drones, searchlight towers, shops, and casino lights...

"Mr. Cong Yu, the directors are already waiting for you in the reception hall... Ah, this way to the reception hall."

A formally dressed attendant spoke as he led the way, his voice respectful and gentle. "At present, the reception hall is used for the directors to watch the tournament in real time. The department responsible for tournament statistics is also there."

Cong Yu nodded calmly and followed behind him, asking, "So I'm very popular now?"

As for what Cong Yu had guessed, the attendant

replied, "Yes. You may be the most popular contestant in the history of the Flip Tournament. Your reputation is no longer limited