The day after the Aquaman Cup ended, in a private room on the second floor of a high-end Internet cafe in Shanghai, there were not many people in the broad daylight on a weekend. A young man was sitting on a comfortable sofa chair, killing all the enemies and muttering to himself.
"Come on, catch me, this way."
"Hahaha, idiot, didn't you notice that I went in the opposite direction?"
"I'll give you a slap. I don't want to play with you anymore. I'm leaving now."
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