This "super fierce and super strong" guy, in a very Ah Q way, found an excuse for himself and then quit the game. The other two teammates immediately comforted each other, telling themselves not to mind him. Henry Clark stared at the chat log, stunned.

A few minutes later, Henry Clark canceled the queue for ranked games and got up to go downstairs.

In the lounge on the first floor, the team manager David Wright was checking WeChat. When he saw Henry Clark coming, he sighed, "People are already coming to complain to me. You got into another argument with randoms? I’ve told you before, you can say whatever you want when you play privately, but when you’re streaming, just hold it in if you can. In broad daylight like this, when people come to ask me, what am I supposed to say? I can’t even cover for you if I wanted to, you..."

David Wright was nagging while looking at his phone. When he looked up and saw Henry Clark's face, he froze: "What’s wrong with you? Why do you look so pale? I—I didn’t even say anything harsh to you..."

Henry Clark's face was dark. He turned to go back upstairs without a word, but halfway there, he turned around and came back.

Manager Wright watched Henry Clark nervously. "What’s going on with you?!"

Henry Clark stopped and asked coldly, "William Harris is coming back to China?"

David Wright was at a loss for words.

David Wright nodded cautiously. "Yes, he might already be back by now."

Henry Clark's lips moved. After a long while, he finally said slowly, "No one told me."

"Who would dare tell you? Everyone knows you two... Sigh, I was going to tell you! It’s just that I’ve been busy lately, and with the transfer window coming up, there’s so much going on that I didn’t get around to it." David Wright's voice grew weaker and weaker, and he forced a smile. "For your sake, we didn’t even consider signing him. Whether you knew or not, it doesn’t matter."

A few other teammates came into the lounge. Sensing the strange atmosphere, they looked at David Wright and Henry Clark in confusion.

Henry Clark realized he’d lost his composure a bit. After a moment, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said, "It’s nothing. He’s back, that’s all. Just asking."

With that, he went upstairs, as if nothing had happened, and continued streaming.

In the first-floor lounge, Henry Clark's teammates were completely baffled. "What happened? Who’s back?"

David Wright curled his lips. "Whisper, William Harris, transferred back from the European division."

The team’s medic jumped in shock. "Whisper!!!"

David Wright signaled the medic not to be so loud. The medic quickly covered his mouth, then whispered, "Whisper is back in our division?! Which team is he joining? Oh my god, this transfer window is really going to be an earthquake."

David Wright shook his head. "No idea where he’s going yet."

The youngest sniper on the team, who joined the scene late, was confused. "Mr. Harris, right? The former number one medic in the Chinese server, now the number one medic in the European server, three-time world champion... Who doesn’t know him? So what? What does his return have to do with Mr. Clark?"

David Wright sighed. "It has everything to do with him."

"Two years ago, William Harris was still the strongest player in our division, and Henry Clark was just an ordinary high school student nobody knew."

"Henry Clark never planned to go pro. It was William Harris who personally signed him to his own club, saying he wanted to sign him for life, and then personally..."

"Packaged Henry Clark up and sold him at a high price to another club."

Chapter 2

The teammates looked at each other.

David Wright shifted into a more comfortable position and said slowly, "Let me just tell you everything today, so you all know the situation and don’t accidentally say something that sets him off."

"Before he went pro, Henry Clark had excellent grades at school—the really top kind. He never planned to take this path, just streamed occasionally, and of course his family didn’t agree with him doing this."

"Henry Clark still doesn’t contact his family to this day. No one knows if it’s because of this that he fell out with them—no one dares to ask."

"At that time, his streams were already pretty popular, and his national server ranking was high. Several clubs quickly noticed him. Back then, Henry Clark was still playing medic, and good medics are always in short supply. Plenty of clubs must have reached out to him—he turned them all down, including me. He told me he didn’t want to go pro, but later, for some reason, he joined Whisper’s team."

"Because of that, he offended quite a few clubs. One moment he was swearing up and down to us that he’d never go pro and not to waste time on him, and the next he turned around and went to Whisper’s team. Heh..."

"You all know what happened after that. Not long after, something got into Whisper, and he defected from the division, took his team and left, and ended up with a terrible reputation..." Manager David Wright glanced upstairs and curled his lips. "Well, that’s not the nicest way to put it."

David Wright spread his hands. "At the time, the European division was building a galactic superteam and needed a top-tier medic. Whisper suddenly decided to go to Europe, took whoever he could from his team, and sold the rest at high prices. That’s how Henry Clark got sold to NSN."

Everyone in the room was speechless.

After a while, one teammate said quietly, "...Henry Clark was just used as a money-making tool."

Someone else wondered, "William Harris's team was already the strongest in China and had won a world championship. Why bother?"