The Three-Percent Dragon Pit

Wanzhao watched the numbers rise and asked, "Eight hundred a night, double for winning. Still taking practice jobs, Coach Gu?" "I am." "Platform Invitational tomorrow night. I need a temporary jungler." "Who's the opponent?" She turned the bracket toward him. The golden Solarion crest shone beside their first-round matchup. Before Chenzhou could answer, his phone rang. Pei Heng. He placed it on speaker. "Chenzhou," Pei Heng said, anger compressed beneath every word. "Your noncompete prohibits commercial competition." "The Invitational isn't a professional event." "You understand the consequences of making Solarion your enemy." Millions listened in silence. Chenzhou leaned back and studied the golden crest.