The Red Team captain's face immediately turned green, "Night God, you are Player No. 9's mentor, of course, you would take his side! That's why I said it's not fair!"
Xia Ye, resting her chin on one hand, chuckled again, looking straight at him, "We only handle the scoring. The outcome of the match isn't for us to decide. If you lost, you lost. Don't be a sore loser; it's no fun."
Such sharp words could only come from Night God; no one else dared to say them.
Because, after all, the Red Team captain also had his fans on the platform.
But his fans were nothing compared to Night God's.
With just a few casual remarks from Xia Ye, the online comments immediately flipped.
[Makes sense! Player No. 9, the handsome guy, just led the team impressively. Blue Team's victory owes a lot to his crucial decisions!]
[The Red Team captain really lacks team spirit. The final team fight command was rushed. If it weren't for that team wipeout, the loss wouldn't have been certain.]