Chapter One: The Ace They Stole

In the hearing room, Lu had no lawyer, no agent, and no three thousand yuan. Seven directors sat opposite him. Ma read the judgment: deliberate match manipulation, damage to Qiyun's reputation, repayment of all compensation, permanent expulsion, and notification to every partner tournament. “Sign, and we won't call the police,” Gu said, pushing over an undertaking. “Qiyun owns a stake in your mother's rehabilitation center too. Don't make this uglier.” Lu understood then. It was not merely a threat. It was a track laid long before he arrived. He signed, then added one sentence beneath his name: I do not admit fraud. At eleven that night, he left Qiyun carrying his bag. The powder had already made him “the Magnetic King” across social media.