Chapter Three: A Three-Million-Yuan Slap

Lu lowered his club and walked around the mat. The crowd thought he was afraid. Zhao Kui noticed his feet. Lu shifted half a step left and pressed his sole onto a loose power cable feeding the air system. The airflow weakened by three percent. The two golden paths slowly joined. He swung. The ball rang the bell, ricocheted from its angled face onto a support, then dropped into the cup. Second ball: in. The stream erupted. Viewers analyzed frames and demanded an answer from Qiyun. Su released the original shot data with pre-event footage of every sealed piece of equipment. For the first time, “fraud” no longer pointed at Lu. It pointed at the designers of the game.