Chapter 27 Subduing Marcus

Chapter 27 Subduing Marcus

Fighting one against five, barely acceptable I guess. Might as well accept it on Mason's behalf.

"Alright, if you lose, you'll stay by Mason's side from now on and be his most loyal follower, deal?"

"What if you lose?" Marcus wasn't a fool.

"Simple. If I lose, Mason will never touch games again and will drop out of school immediately. How's that?"

"What?"

The conditions Eve offered were too harsh. Marcus couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

Making an esports enthusiast never touch games again - how was that any different from killing him?

Was this chubby girl in front of him out of her mind?

"Mason, is your sister okay up here?"

He looked at Mason and tapped his own head.

"Bull... don't talk nonsense."

Mason was about to curse, but remembering Eve's earlier warning, he quickly changed what he was about to say. "You're the one with brain problems. I'm telling you, just wait to become my underling."

When it came to Eve, Mason had a hundred, a thousand reasons to feel confident. He wasn't worried at all that she would lose.

"Good, good, very good."

Marcus let out a sinister laugh, stood up and looked at Eve. "Let's begin then. Just don't cry when you lose."

"Sis, go for it! I believe in you!"

Mason broke free from those holding him and rushed to Eve's side, instantly turning into a little fanboy. "Sis, crush them, crush them hard for me."

Eve frowned. "Why don't you do it instead?"

Hehe!

Mason scratched his head awkwardly and waved his hands repeatedly.

God knows, having the chance to watch Eve crush noobs again made him so excited he wanted to take off on the spot.

"Let's start!" Marcus pointed at two computers. "Can't say I'm bullying you - you pick first."

Bullying?

Eve ground her back teeth, looking at the self-righteous Marcus, shaking her wrists a few times. Her palms felt a bit itchy.

That big face would probably feel pretty good to slap.

"No need, you pick. Don't go looking for excuses when you lose."

Her time was precious - wasting it would be wrong.

Arrogant, cocky.

Eve's behavior, in the eyes of the Esports Bootcamp kids, was the height of arrogance.

"Fine, fine, fine. You've got guts."

Marcus laughed coldly, casually sat down at the computer beside him, and looked at Eve like watching a show. "Log in. Don't tell me you don't have an account."

Marcus actually got this one right - she really didn't have an account for such a brainless game.

But if she let this little difficulty stop her, she really should hand over her title as the number one assassin.

Becoming the number one assassin wasn't just about killing a few people.

Top-tier hacking skills were an essential requirement.

"You just said you deleted Mason's account?"

Marcus nodded. A real man takes responsibility for his actions.

"That's right, I deleted it. Not only deleted it, but erased all the historical traces too. What, you got a problem with that?"

Eve didn't bother with more words. Her chubby little hands flew rapidly across the keyboard.

"What did you just say?" Eve lazily moved the mouse in her hand, looking at Marcus with playful eyes. "My hearing isn't so good. I didn't catch that. Could you say it again?"

Damn!

Looking at the familiar ID on Eve's computer screen - wasn't that Mason's account he had just deleted?

"You, you just recovered it like that?"

Eve nodded. "Is it difficult? Don't you just need hands for this?"

Just need hands?

The Esports Bootcamp crew all looked down at their own hands in unison.

Were these not hands, but... paws?

Glancing at the time displayed on the computer, she let out a big yawn.

"Alright, let's get started. I still need to go back and sleep after this."

"Holy cow, Captain, I absolutely love your sister's arrogant attitude."

One team member looked at Eve with stars in his eyes. "I've decided - even if your sister loses this time, I won't call her chubby girl anymore."

"Get lost!"

Mason glared at the team member beside him irritably and watched the game that had already started seriously.

To demonstrate his ability, Marcus adopted a steady approach right from the start, being careful throughout.

In contrast, Eve was completely in an aggressive mode, her fingers rapidly striking the keyboard.

Less than five seconds into the game, she had already secured first blood.

"No way, seriously? That awesome?"

"One-shot headshot, did I see that right?"

"Double kill already - how many seconds has it been?"

While everyone was discussing, Eve had already secured her second kill.

Her fingers were still clicking rapidly, preparing to find the third unlucky victim.

Admiring voices rose one after another. Even Mason was pushed to the side.

At this moment, everyone's eyes held only worship for the gaming god. They had no time to worry about whether they'd be given a hard time later for offending their captain.

"Triple kill... quad kill... holy crap, ten kills already? That fast?"

Marcus had been playing it safe and steady, but hearing the constant kill count announcements in his ear, his palms started sweating.

His original rhythm was instantly disrupted.

"Steady your mind. If you can't even block out external interference, what right do you have to call yourself an expert?" Eve's cool voice miraculously calmed Marcus's panicked heart.

He began harvesting enemy heads again.

The game continued, with gasps of shock coming one after another.

After Eve successfully took down her thirtieth kill, the game showed it was over.

She tossed down the mouse, her body lazily leaning back in the gaming chair.

Completely ignoring the worshipful voices around her, she narrowed her eyes and looked at the dejected Marcus.

"A bet's a bet. From now on, I'm a dog by Mason's side. If he tells me to go east, I definitely won't go west." Marcus was a real man - when he lost, he lost.

He had no intention of going back on his word.

This actually satisfied Eve quite a bit.

"Your left hand was injured before?" Eve stood up, her sharp gaze falling on Marcus's left hand. "The bone broke and when it was reset, there was a deviation."

Marcus's expression changed instantly. His mouth dropped open as he looked at Eve in disbelief.

Not a trace of contempt remained in his eyes, only endless admiration.

"Your skills are good. If your left hand injury heals properly, you should be able to improve further." Eve hit the nail on the head, directly pointing out Marcus's weakness.

During the game just now, she had noticed that Marcus's left hand would pause for one second every thirty seconds.

A one-second pause might not seem like much normally - it wouldn't even affect daily life.

But she still noticed it.

"I'm convinced. From now on, you're my boss." Marcus laughed freely. This time he was genuinely convinced by Eve. "I'll overcome that one-second pause. I hope there'll be chances to spar with you again in the future."

He even used the formal "you"?