"Jungle! Where the hell is the jungle?"
"Where the hell are you going, you dumbass?! You have the nerve to flame with your failed ultimate?"
"Turn around! Are you blind, you idiot?! Can't you see?!"
"What the hell, you scumbag, stealing kills for what?!"
In just twenty minutes, Chen Yan's ears were bombarded with a ton of filthy curses.
One of his teammates in this match was clearly a typical loser with a foul mouth, probably a hardcore Zu'an person.
Even though he kept making mistakes, the moment something went wrong, he'd immediately blame his teammates, and if you dared to talk back, he'd hit you with a string of vulgarities.
Anyway, it was a temporary team, and after the match, everyone else immediately left. Chen Yan's fingers trembled slightly, and his eye muscles twitched, but he took a deep breath to suppress his rage.
If it were the old days, Chen Yan would have left already.
Or he would simply open up and trade insults crazily with the other side.
