Chapter 687: Nathalie, You've Fallen Off the Horse_1

Meanwhile, in a video studio in Beijing.

A stylist was blow-drying a man's hair.

Audrick Zachmann had one leg draped over the table, the short hair on his forehead dyed in a mishmash of colors; he didn't seem to care, as he was engrossed in playing a game on his phone.

Sadam Vinson formed a team, which included Govert Griffin and a few other friends he usually played well with.

The game was in full swing.

Four out of their team of five were dead, leaving only him to enter the final circle.

Audrick bit on a toothpick, looking nonchalant, his peach blossom eyes almost glued to the phone, his hands moving more and more frantically.

With an explosive curse, "Damn!"

His character was ambushed and headshot with a gun.

Their squad was completely wiped out.

Audrick, feeling frustrated, shook his head and was about to send a message asking if Sadam Vinson and the rest would come again.