Alexander Mercer crossed his arms, glancing at them with a sneer on his face. "You aren't chickening out, are you? It's not surprising, given how much money I've loaded into my game account. I don't even know how many levels I'm above you guys. You surely can't beat me."
Long jumped up from his chair the moment he heard this, walked over to the door crack, and looked down at Alexander. "What did you say? You said I can't beat you? How about I let you win one round! Best two out of three! Let's go."
The two nearby exchanged a glance and spoke up,
"Long, let it go. This kid looks like he's no ordinary character. Don't fall for it. We still need those three to make money for us!"
Long was riled up by Alexander to the point where he was itching to wipe the floor with everything. He didn't take his partners' words to heart,
"Relax, he's just a three-year-old brat! Winning among his classmates but not knowing there's always someone stronger and something greater out there."
