After hearing this sentence, it was not Mo Bei who reacted first, but Cat, Cat, and Bear.
His eyes were rounded, and his face as a young adult was written all over, "Huan Leng, this guy doesn't want to live, he wants to talk to my brother alone in front of the boss, warrior, a real warrior!"
Adolf also swallowed the meat in his mouth, looking at their captain, he always felt bad.
Sure enough, Feng Nai over there glanced at the table knife in his hand, raised his eyes slowly, smiled slightly, and his lips were slightly cold: "What's the matter, do you need to talk alone?"
Huan Leng met his eyes: "You can also chat here."
Hearing this, Cat, Cat, Bear and Adolf who were sitting next to each other heaved a sigh of relief. The actions of the two of them were basically the same. After all, if they really wanted to talk alone, someone might use a knife.
"When did you start collecting our information?" This was Huan Leng's first question.
For the second one, he glanced at Feng Nai: "You treat him, who has lost his memory, as a trump card, what if you fail?"
"trump card?"
"gather information?"
If Cat, Cat, Bear and Adolf were worried just now, now they have expressions of who am I and where am I, plus shock!
What made them even more unexpected was that Mo Bei, who was being questioned, was cold and indifferent, as if he had been prepared for a long time, and someone would guess her like this.
"For now, this is our only advantage." She put down her bamboo chopsticks, dressed in a pure black combat uniform, with a clear face and deep eyes: "K is no longer K."
Adolf couldn't understand: "What kind of logic is this?"
Mo Bei raised his hand, took the tablet on one side, and opened one of the folders skillfully.
"There are profiles of players from all over the world, Wild God Yebing, Tuankong TY, and Tanwang Stephen."
"It may not be scary to take each of these people out, but they are all in the same team."
"But when we came to Milan, we had to face not only the poor level of technology, but also the lack of experience."
"Over the years, apart from King, none of our Huaxia players have reached the top ten, so we will never meet them."
"Battle and spectating are different. Their reserve players can play a game with us and call the team. Have you ever thought about why this is?"
Huan Leng's fingers suddenly stopped.
Mo Bei's voice was flat and without any ups and downs: "Because each of us has been thoroughly studied by them. They know who is good at what and whose shortcomings are."
"And we are still introducing tactics."
Hear here.
It's not just Huan Leng, as long as professional players will clenched their fists unwillingly.
Mo Bei looked at him: "We understand better than anyone what we lack. After so many years, some things have become a habit, including many people forgetting that e-sports is not a capital to show off, nor is it a fan. It’s a gimmick, and it’s not a tool to improve your own social status.”
"We're here to win."
"To win, you must understand what the other party is thinking."
"K, definitely, and only he, will be our secret weapon."
"He broke into the top ten by himself. Many people may say that it is because he is a genius, and his hand speed is higher than ordinary people."
"You have played against him, you should understand that hand speed is just the most basic."
"Take copper as a mirror, you can correct your clothes, and take people as a mirror, you can understand gains and losses."
"K is not just a mirror, it can make each of you aware of your own shortcomings. When he doesn't have amnesia, he can make the big teams fear him. They must use tactics to suppress him. If he loses his memory, he will become a variable. .”
(end of this chapter)