Someone Is Altering the Odds

After reading it, Wanzhao asked quietly, "What are you going to do?" Chenzhou backed up the photograph, spectator ID, and interface-access records. Then he looked toward the camera, still broadcasting to millions. "The Invitational is only the beginning," he said. "If they enjoy altering probability, I'll climb high enough that they have to enter the server themselves." Question marks swept through the chat. Almost no one understood the whole meaning. But millions heard his next sentence clearly. "In six months, I'm building a team and returning to the professional league." Someone knocked three times on the studio door. A middle-aged man stood beneath the rain with an old strategy notebook under one arm.