The matter of Genes finally came to an end, and Fang Jueyu also restored the oil price of the Saudi Kingdom to its original level. The Kingdom of Serot is also a big country. If he is anxious, he might get into some trouble again.

Jernas was sent to the military court, and what awaited him was the trial of Congress. Fang Jueyu's Shuguang International Psychiatric Hospital had another new patient, that is Jernas' younger brother Jeter. It seemed that Gu Yi had taken a little heavier attack, and his strong mental power left an irreversible damage to his brain.

Fang Jueyu didn't stay in the palace for a long time. He should have met Wang Cong at noon, and this guy was about to explode his phone number.

On the way, Fang Jueyu quickly called Guo Xinyu to report safety. He didn't want Guo Xinyu to worry, but just said that there was some problem with the communication equipment on the plane, so the video was suddenly interrupted.

After more than an hour of telephone compote, Fang Jueyu finally arrived in Hanno City at around 8 o'clock in the evening. Zhuang Ying had already contacted Fang Jueyu with his private plane in other nearby countries. He probably would be able to come to Hanno City Airport to standby tomorrow.

This time, the flight attendants were quite frightened. Anyway, Fang Jueyu had been here for almost half a month, so he simply gave them a long holiday to adjust their mood.

"What's going on with you dog thief? Didn't you agree to arrive at two or three o'clock? You didn't answer the phone call. I've been waiting for you in the airport for several hours!" Wang Cong said angrily, almost thinking that Fang Jueyu was about to break the appointment.

"I can't blame me!" Fang Jueyu was also wronged, "When I flew to the border of the Kingdom of Serot, the plane was directly shot down by a fighter. If I hadn't been lucky enough to see you here, I would have lost my life!"

"Fighter plane? Are you scaring me? Why do you beat me if they have nothing to do?" Wang Cong obviously didn't believe it. The planes were shot down by fighter planes, and can people still survive?

"Isn't that silly prince named Jenas?" Fang Jueyu and Wang Cong also mentioned this matter, but they didn't take it too seriously at the time. "This guy sent out the royal army directly and wanted to kill me directly!"

"Then why did you come back?"

"That's not simple? Kill all their planes and tanks and come back? You may not believe it. It was the king of the Kingdom of Serot who personally brought me back from there. I still ate supper in his palace!"

"Just blow!" Wang Cong directly gave Fang Jueyu a contemptuous look, but he was too lazy to look at it carefully. He probably had some trouble on the road. "Let's go, introduce the members of our zz team to you!"

Wang Cong and his friends rented a large e-sports themed hotel. Although it was not large in scale, it was particularly warm. All the players gathered together to study the opponents of the next game.

"Come on, let me introduce you to a big shot!" Wang Cong clapped his hands and walked into the room with Fang Jueyu. All the team members and coaches turned their eyes away from the computer.

"Damn it! Dean Fang is here! Brothers, stop watching!" The team members sitting outside shouted loudly.

"Mom, Principal, how did you bring the Dean? Are you two going to make trouble in the final?"

"Director, is it true that you said that as long as we win the championship, we will be rewarded with 5 million yuan and a Didi masturbation voucher for each person?"

"Dean! I'm your fan, really, I swear!"

The oldest member of the zz team is only 23 years old, and the youngest is just adult. Everyone is young and they get along very well with Wang Cong. Seeing Fang Jueyu is not as restrained as he sees Fang Jueyu, this atmosphere makes Fang Jueyu feel particularly comfortable.

"Hello everyone!" Fang Jueyu greeted them, "Actually, I am also your fan. I have been watching your game since the previous few seasons. This year, your zz team is the only one left in our Chinese team. I don't have to come and cheer you on!"

Fang Jueyu is also a die-hard fan of League of Legends. For many college students, this game is not only a game, but also youth and sentiment.

"Dean, you can't be so stingy with our boss!" said Song Yi, the captain of the zz team. "Principal Wang also promised to improve our food in the evening. Today, the dinner online was only instant noodles. Everyone was almost starving to death. You come to cheer us up and you can't come over empty-handed, right?"

"If you have the ability, please tell me again?" Wang Cong suddenly turned dark next to him. It was not that he was stingy, but the team members here were not very used to eating the food, but that instant noodles were the most suitable for everyone's appetite.

Under Wang Cong's threat, everyone immediately closed their mouths.

"Wang Cong, you can't do this. How can you win the game if you don't have enough food?" Fang Jueyu said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner tonight, and eat whatever you want!"

"Lao Fang, you can't spoil this group of people! They will float when they spoil this person!" Wang Cong said.

"How can that be! They killed the strongest No. 1 seed in our hostile competition area yesterday. How can we celebrate such a thing?" Fang Jueyu glanced at the time, "It's almost nine o'clock, so it's not too late to study the opponent, right?"

"Yes! Principal, you see Dean Fang said that you can't squeeze our labor force. We don't want to have a 996-hour work system every day!"

"Yes, Principal, we strongly protest!"

If employees were in an ordinary company, they would have been opened long ago if they talked to their bosses. This shows that they usually get along quite relaxed and happy.

"Okay, okay! Seeing that you performed well in the last game, I'll take you to have a good meal today!" Wang Cong initially did not hold back everyone's concerted resistance, and finally nodded.

"Yeah!" The team members immediately cheered.

Everyone hurriedly packed up their things and rushed out of the room. Suddenly, a group of very familiar people appeared opposite.

The stt team of the Republic of Korea, League of Legends, has been in the world competition for 8 years. They won the championship for 6 years with very strong dominance, because they only joined the World Finals in the third year.

The Chinese team has met them more than once in the World Championship, but has never won a beautiful victory so far. The tt team seems to have just finished training and planned to find a place to have a meal. The two teams happened to meet on a narrow road.

"Long time no see Team Jincheng!" Wang An, the leader of the zz team, greeted the other party.

Kim Jong-chul showed a proud smile: "Coach Wang, I'm afraid you may be back in a bad mood this year!"

Kim Jong-chul and Wang An have been old rivals for many years, but Wang An has never taken advantage of each other.

"Isn't that Brother Li?" Fang Jueyu poked Wang Cong beside him.

Brother Li’s original name is Lee Guanghe. He is a mid laner player in the stt team and has the title of the world’s number one mid laner. In China, he has always had such a title.

"What's wrong?" Wang Cong asked.
Chapter completed!