บท 968: Problem

Wei Chen sat paralyzed at his seat. He stretched his neck and sucked in a deep breath of air. He took his cigarette and adeptly flicked cigarette ash off to the side. A puff of cigarette smoke rolled out from between his fingers.

Wei Chen looked at his slightly trembling hands. He stared blankly for a bit before forcing out a smile: "Refusing to give into old age really doesn't work!"

Calling yourself old at 31 years old sounded like a joke to most, but in the pro scene, this truly was considered a grandpa's age. Up until now, no one this old had ever appeared before in the pro scene.

"Look at that guy." Wei Chen pointed. Ye Xiu followed his finger and saw the unwilling face on Steamed Bun, who had just come down from the stage. However, Steamed Bun wasn't the type of person to get angry. He was talking with Luo Ji about the round he just played in. He was a person acting like a Brawler in real life. He gestured with his arms and legs like a lively dragon and animated tiger1.