Another assault player on the team gave the enemy a kill right at the start—his movement was erratic and clueless, and on top of that, he fired randomly and gave away his position. Less than ten minutes into the match, he hadn’t contributed a thing, and had already fed the enemy three kills.

In low-rank games, you can get matched with all kinds of clueless teammates, so Henry Clark didn’t care. He’d already taken two kills from the enemy this round, his equipment had leveled up, and he could 1v4 on his own—didn’t matter if his teammates went AFK.

But the teammate who kept feeding clearly didn’t have such a good attitude. After dying for the fourth time, he started going AFK and typing insults in chat.

[ZeiMengZeiQiang]: [What’s up with the medic? Sleepwalking? Not giving photon shields, not healing—what’s the point of you?]

[ZeiMengZeiQiang]: [Just watching me get shot and never coming to help—what are you even playing for? If you can’t play, just quit! Get lost, get lost, get lost!]

[ZeiMengZeiQiang]: [Are all the idiots who can’t rank up playing medic now? Just trying to leech points?]

Henry Clark was in a close-range 1v2, and after taking out both enemies, he glanced at the team chat.

Bad at the game and has a big mouth.

The team’s medic wasn’t exactly sharp, but compared to this noob “ZeiMengZeiQiang,” he was way better. He’d just given Henry Clark a shield in time—there was nothing wrong with his play.

The medic was probably young or just had a good temper. After being flamed for ages, he finally typed a single line: [I wasn’t leeching, I was helping the other assault just now.]

That was like a stone thrown into a pond, causing a thousand ripples. The noob assault seemed triggered, and the team chat started dinging nonstop.

[ZeiMengZeiQiang]: [You can only help one assault? You got only one hand? You disabled or something?]

[ZeiMengZeiQiang]: [Do you even know how to play? If you can’t, can you stop dragging us down?]

[ZeiMengZeiQiang]: [Idiot, I can’t even carry you to rank up!]

This guy couldn’t play, but he sure could type fast. The medic teammate didn’t know how to curse back, so after explaining himself a bit, he stopped typing.

Henry Clark looked at the team chat, his fingers pausing for a moment, but in the end, he didn’t type anything.

That’s why he didn’t like streaming.

Streaming slowed his internet and affected his gameplay, but the worst part was the league rules: active pro players weren’t allowed to display any negative behavior in-game, including but not limited to flaming others.

With so many people watching during a stream, and the chat logs as hard evidence, getting punished was a sure thing.

Getting penalized over something like this just wasn’t worth it.

Henry Clark updated his gear and continued moving forward solo.

Seeing that no one was responding to him, “ZeiMengZeiQiang” angrily tossed out another line: [Damn, ran into three idiot medics in one night, lost three games in a row. All medics are idiots, idiots, idiots!]

The chat notification dinged. Henry Clark squinted at the chat window. A second later, he shoved his mouse aside and started typing.

From the moment Henry Clark typed his first line—“Stop flaming the medic, come on, let’s 1v1”—the stream chat exploded.

[Ha, I knew he couldn’t hold back.]

[You think the title of “Number One Trash Talker in China” was a joke? He’s been a pro for years, but you really think he doesn’t flame anymore?]

[Trying to trash talk Evil? Are you looking to die? Who can out-flame him, hahaha…]

[This guy really stepped on a landmine. Doesn’t he know Mr. Clark’s first pro role was medic? You think he’ll let you insult medics?]

[Lol, Henry Clark’s on a smurf, this guy doesn’t even know it’s Henry Clark.]

[It’s been ages since I’ve seen the young master go off. I missed this—look at that pro-level typing speed, that massive vocabulary, that masterful use of curse words! Ah… so satisfying.]

[Wait, a pro player is flaming? Isn’t he afraid of getting punished?]

[He’ll definitely get punished. Waiting for the club’s official penalty announcement. Sigh, ten thousand yuan, gone just like that.]

[Oh my god, he’s still going? What kind of demon typing speed is this, hahahaha…]

Henry Clark’s face was expressionless, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

It’s not like the penalty is by word count—one insult is a ten-thousand-yuan fine, a hundred insults is still ten thousand. Since the money’s already gone, why not curse this noob out a few more times?

“ZeiMengZeiQiang” clearly couldn’t keep up with Henry Clark’s speed. In just a few minutes, he was completely stunned. Once Henry Clark had vented enough, he picked up his mouse and continued the match.

In this low-rank bracket, missing a teammate didn’t matter much. Henry Clark and the other two teammates quickly and efficiently destroyed the enemy’s respawn stone, and a big “win” popped up in-game.

The other two teammates thanked Henry Clark in the chat. He didn’t reply, and was just about to click exit when the AFK “ZeiMengZeiQiang,” who’d been gone for nearly twenty minutes, suddenly chimed in with a snide comment: [So what if we won? The enemy was just trash! Hope I never get matched with this kind of medic again.]

[ZeiMengZeiQiang]: [If you can’t play medic, go learn. Watch how the pros do it, like Whisper.]

[ZeiMengZeiQiang]: [See how real medics play. Only able to help one teammate? What a joke.]

[ZeiMengZeiQiang]: [Whisper’s coming back to China soon anyway, so watch his streams more. Heh, hope I never see you again!]