"Hey! You guys are going too far!"
"Flocking to our Club to block people, what’s the aning of this!"
"You thought our Club was unmanned!"
"Cute Mushroom!"
Mossy Mushroom was the first to jump out, pointing at the crowd.
But due to being overly aggressive, the people opposite didn’t take him seriously.
"Die, you Grass!"
Straw Man was holding a fire extinguisher he found sowhere, looking like he was ready for a fight.
"You calm down, don’t be like this, don’t be rash! Cute Mushroom!"
"Don’t stop , Grass!"
Mossy Mushroom made a gesture to grab a piece of Straw Man, and Straw Man pretended to be stopped.
"You two just like stirring up trouble, adding fuel to the fire. You’re good at that."
The blue-skinned deputy director next to them quietly flipped them off.
"Coach Shil, you can’t talk like that."
Indeed, a representative with a catfish head from the card hall across stood up.
"Whether to Challenge or which hall to Challenge, it’s everyone’s freedom, blub."
He finished his sentence and swung his tongue habitually.
"Exactly, exactly."
"The rules are here, we didn’t set the competition."
"Is there a rule that says you can’t challenge your house?"
"We just happened to choose this place, that’s all."
Everyone echoed unanimously.
"Ladies and gentlen."
At this point, Secretary Brown stepped out to speak for justice:
"Have you ever considered the impact of continuous combat on the card player’s ntal energy, is this fair?"
He, the co-talker with other Card Establishnt Directors (Show Director:?), spoke reason and as his words ca out, everyone quieted down.
Indeed, playing cards continuously is very ntally exhausting, especially for them at this level of play, which is not their usual casual play.
The ntal energy drawn from the card table and the ntal effort spent in calculating the card face, if fighting consecutively for dozens of gas, is indeed a great burden for the card player.
The more exhausted towards the end of the ga, the more it will affect their performance.
We have to admit, it’s not really fair.
But if you ask them to postpone it, most people wouldn’t want to.
After all, they are all here already.
Didn’t soone ntion it before? Even with a serious risk of pulled muscles, they ca anyway.
"You need not utter another word, Secretary Brown, it’s no bother."
Unexpectedly Ree Shil waved his hand with a stern face, signaling to Secretary Brown that it didn’t matter.
This parlance, this temperant, caught the attention of the ten players, subtly raising their eyebrows.
It was as if Secretary Brown was his actual secretary.
"Coach Shil, you are generous."
"You’ve won our respect."
"Just by your temperant, you will beco a great player in the future."
"I admire you. I feel embarrassed."
The ten players all showed solidarity by raising their middle fingers or thumbs, all expressing one thing: Praise.
Coach Shil, he wasn’t bothered by the fatigue pressure brought about by continuous rounds, and wanted to accept their challenge without refusing.
Admirable!
And in the face of everyone’s praise, Ree Shil just stands with his hands behind his back, his face still cool.
Everyone at Show Club thought he was mad, and his words "no bother" were just words spoken in anger.
"If you want to Challenge, of course I welco."
At this ti, Ree Shil spoke again: "However..."
[Ring, ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring!]
At this mont, the phone’s alarm went off.
Under everyone’s gaze, Ree Shil calmly took his phone out of his pocket.
"However, it’s ti for to get off work, sorry."
"Why don’t you fellows co back in a few days?"
That said, he made an 88 gesture to the ten players.
"I can’t believe..."xN
All the people in the arena, including those from Show Club, felt an urge to retort.
Look at the master deanor you put up, does it match your script?
Especially for those ten players, they felt disheartened.
We just finished praising you for being generous and ready to accept all Challenges, and then you turn around and refuse us all?
Give back my middle finger (thumbs up)!
But as soone said earlier, the rules are just set like this, there’s no helping it!
You have the right to Challenge, and others have the right to temporarily decline.
According to the competition rules, they still have to co to Show Club to initiate a Challenge three days later.
As the initiator of the Challenge, if they are not present, then they have to count it as a loss.
And it’s the sa with Ree Shil, he can only postpone up to 3 tis.
aning that if he doesn’t respond after 9 days, then he’ll have to count it as a loss.
So with this, the ten players could only withdraw reluctantly.
With no fuss to watch, the folks at the Club all returned to their workstations.
It wasn’t even 11 a.m. yet, the only one with the guts to say he’s off work was Ree Shil.
Only Secretary Brown was left, accompanying Ree Shil and watching the Challenge Players leave.
"How was it, what were you thinking."
Only when there was no one around, did Secretary Brown ask Ree Shil.
He felt that Ree Shil’s performance just now was okay, at least he didn’t show any signs of fear, and didn’t lose any montum.
Upon his words, he felt a hand press down on his shoulder without any expression from Ree Shil.
Ree Shil: "Strategist, save ."
Secretary Brown: "?"
Ree Shil: "Wesley Kong, save ."
Secretary Brown: "??"
Ree Shil: "Brother, save ."
Secretary Brown: "???"
Ree Shil: "Sister, save ."
Secretary Brown: "..., Goodness, you actually have absolutely no clue."
"Bullshit, what level are they, what level am I."
Ree Shil wasn’t afraid to admit it: "Just handling that Bear Ears guy, was already very exhausting."
The only thod he could think of right now was to use up the 9 days to boost himself with drugs and run Instances.
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