In the Lobby of Gun-Battlers, Max sat across from Flexy, who laughed merrily. The game had ended with another player being the winner as Flexy was dead from the zone after killing him.
What could he say about it? A humiliation? Perhaps.
"The fuck are you doing in this game, Flexy?" Max asked the same question again with his hand resting on his forehead.
"Ahahaha!" Flexy laughed with his arms stretched on the table between them. He raised a glass of coke and drank it, "I already told you why, didn't I? It's a coincidence. I was about to log out when I saw your name in the lobby. So, I decided to join and mess with you."
"Fucking hell. You're so lucky, aren't you?"
Max was a bit annoyed with his friend's presence. To think he would play this game was not something he expected at all. He should've checked Punch to see who streamed before he jumped into the game.
