Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

Chapter 141 Give Me 1 File of That Boy

Jiang Yihan's voice was immature, with a bit of indifference and indifference.

If it is not a team competition, you cannot withdraw.

As early as the moment he learned of Shao Yijin's accident, he would have chosen to forfeit the game.

After all, he can even easily access the Shaw Group's network, let alone a competition of this level.

For him, it's like returning to Novice Village at the full level, without much challenge at all.

It's just that I signed up because I was bored and didn't want to go to school.

Jiang Yihan thought to himself, but he didn't know that his words had become a provocation to others.

This is a national competition!

Even at the youth level, it is not as intense as those of the adult group.

But those who can enter the finals are also the best in their age group.

Maybe they will become the pillars of the programming world in the future, but such a group of people are so despised by a five-year-old child.

Wherever he could bear it, he immediately fell off the stool.

Especially at this time, as the opponent of the Holy Sword, the team sitting in the opposite room - Dark Night and Netherworld.

In an instant, the soul of the group was ignited.

One of the violent members even cursed directly:

"Grass (a kind of plant)! Where do children come from, who dare to talk big when their teeth are not fully grown! They are not afraid of leaking their tongues!"

"The little brat just likes to show off! What kind of skills he can have, I will see how I teach him to be a man later."

"Okay, then Xiao Wu will deal with that child later, and the others will attack their security holes with all their strength."

"Stay safe in front, and I'll help you when I'm done with him. It's five-on-four at that time, and I don't think I'll beat them all over the floor!"

The person known as Xiao Wu vowed to promise.

Others also had full confidence in him.

At the beginning of the game, the division of labor was clearly divided into two teams.

One team attacked the holy sword's loophole, and the other attacked the bragging five-year-old.

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game venue

In the organizer's private room

A handsome man in a white shirt and black trousers sat on the sofa.

The neckline of the iron post is buttoned up meticulously, and the noble temperament makes people feel unattainable.

Not far from his lower head, there were several elite men in suits sitting around.

His face was trembling and his movements were cautious, obviously because of the presence of the man above him, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

But soon, their eyes were attracted by the events broadcast on the huge screen in the room.

With the fierceness of the dark night, the overwhelming attack became more and more intense.

The faces of several people coincidentally showed serious expressions, all sweating for the holy sword team.

After all, from the preliminary round until now, they have watched the emerging team of Holy Sword grow all the way.

I am also very optimistic about this dark horse team.

Seeing how difficult it is now, my mood is unconsciously affected.

One of the men couldn't help but sighed and said with emotion:

"Hey, the kid still can't hold his breath. If he didn't say anything provocative at the beginning and drew the enemy's full firepower, he might be able to catch his breath. Under the current offensive of war, if the holy sword still wants to be preserved, I'm afraid It is difficult."

"That's true. The opponent's morale was boosted before the game even started. In the final analysis, that kid was too impulsive. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold back the opponent's anger if he shows his sharpness. Sigh..."

The person who echoed sighed, then looked at the person above him again, but finally said nothing more.

The others also looked at their noses and noses and their hearts, and hid their worries and sighs in their hearts, but at this moment they heard the man above him say:

"It's not that easy."

The deep and magnetic voice is as mellow as wine, with the majesty unique to the superior, which cannot be imitated by others.

But even so, the people present thought that there was an auditory hallucination.

But they all turned their heads to look at the upper position at the same time, with uncertain words:

"Boss Shao?"

Then they looked at each other in blank dismay, both wanting to confirm a piece of information in the eyes of the other party.

Was it Mr. Shao who spoke just now?

Before they could get an answer from each other, Shao Zhanlin had already signaled Zhou Jin:

"Switch to the boy's independent perspective."

Zhou Jin, who got the order, hurriedly obeyed.

After the angle of view was cut, the people present discovered that the little boy actually divided his energy into three, and with only one person, he resolved most of An Ye's attacks.

As for the others, they just cooperated with the little boy's actions.

"First provoke the opponent, and then end the battle as quickly as possible. It seems that the kid is really in a hurry."

The well-defined and slender white fingers tapped on the armrest a few times, Shao Zhanlin's thin lips parted slightly, and he came to a conclusion:

"That boy is the man in charge of their team."

The rest chewed on Shao Zhanlin's meaning.

That is to say...

All this may not be impulsive, but a tactic planned from the beginning?

If this is the case, then this kid is too powerful!

It's so powerful that it makes them terrified...

Compared with the horror of others, Shao Zhanlin was a little interested, and told Zhou Jin:

"Give me a copy of that boy's profile, the more detailed the better."