Chapter 264: Chapter 103: Beating the Spirit of Balance
"Hey! You guys are going too far!"
"Flocking to our Club to block people, whatâs the meaning 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 didnât take him seriously.
"Die, you Grass!"
Straw Man was holding a fire extinguisher he found somewhere, looking like he was ready for a fight.
"You calm down, donât be like this, donât be rash! Cute Mushroom!"
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"Donât stop me, 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. Youâre good at that."
The blue-skinned deputy director next to them quietly flipped them off.
"Coach Shil, you canât 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, itâs everyoneâs freedom, blub."
He finished his sentence and swung his tongue habitually.
"Exactly, exactly."
"The rules are here, we didnât set the competition."
"Is there a rule that says you canât challenge your house?"
"We just happened to choose this place, thatâs all."
Everyone echoed unanimously.
"Ladies and gentlemen."
At this point, Secretary Brown stepped out to speak for justice:
"Have you ever considered the impact of continuous combat on the card playerâs mental energy, is this fair?"
He, the co-talker with other Card Establishment Directors (Show Director:?), spoke reason and as his words came out, everyone quieted down.
Indeed, playing cards continuously is very mentally exhausting, especially for them at this level of play, which is not their usual casual play.
The mental energy drawn from the card table and the mental effort spent in calculating the card face, if fighting consecutively for dozens of games, is indeed a great burden for the card player.
The more exhausted towards the end of the game, the more it will affect their performance.
We have to admit, itâs not really fair.
But if you ask them to postpone it, most people wouldnât want to.
After all, they are all here already.
Didnât someone mention it before? Even with a serious risk of pulled muscles, they came anyway.
"You need not utter another word, Secretary Brown, itâs no bother."
Unexpectedly Ree Shil waved his hand with a stern face, signaling to Secretary Brown that it didnât matter.
This parlance, this temperament, 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."
"Youâve won our respect."
"Just by your temperament, you will become 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 wasnât bothered by the fatigue pressure brought about by continuous rounds, and wanted to accept their challenge without refusing.
Admirable!
And in the face of everyoneâs 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 welcome."
At this time, Ree Shil spoke again: "However..."
[Ring, ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring!]
At this moment, the phoneâs alarm went off.
Under everyoneâs gaze, Ree Shil calmly took his phone out of his pocket.
"However, itâs time for me to get off work, sorry."
"Why donât you fellows come back in a few days?"
That said, he made an 88 gesture to the ten players.
"I canât believe..."xN
All the people in the arena, including those from Show Club, felt an urge to retort.
Look at the master demeanor 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 me back my middle finger (thumbs up)!
But as someone said earlier, the rules are just set like this, thereâs 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 come 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 itâs the same with Ree Shil, he can only postpone up to 3 times.
Meaning that if he doesnât respond after 9 days, then heâll 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 wasnât even 11 a.m. yet, the only one with the guts to say heâs 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 Shilâs performance just now was okay, at least he didnât show any signs of fear, and didnât lose any momentum.
Upon his words, he felt a hand press down on his shoulder without any expression from Ree Shil.
Ree Shil: "Strategist, save me."
Secretary Brown: "?"
Ree Shil: "Wesley Kong, save me."
Secretary Brown: "??"
Ree Shil: "Brother, save me."
Secretary Brown: "???"
Ree Shil: "Sister, save me."
Secretary Brown: "..., Goodness, you actually have absolutely no clue."
"Bullshit, what level are they, what level am I."
Ree Shil wasnât afraid to admit it: "Just handling that Bear Ears guy, was already very exhausting."
The only method he could think of right now was to use up the 9 days to boost himself with drugs and run Instances.