After his underling left, Kingpin silently sat back down in his chair.
As he pondered the issue of Xu Dan, his hands instinctively found their way to the keyboard and mouse.
It wasn't even conscious — pure muscle memory.
The monitor flickered to life, displaying a single word: Defeat.
Of course, he had been AFK — there was no way he could have won.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Kingpin's chest heaved with fury. Why couldn't the opponent just wait a moment while I was gone?!
So utterly without honor!
If he knew the other player's real address, he'd already have sent someone to "pay them a visit."
Motherf—!
The fact that a game could provoke so many emotions from a man like Kingpin meant one thing — he was completely hooked.
That day was destined to belong to Warcraft.
When Xu Dan woke up from his huge five-by-five bed, the morning sunlight was streaming through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow.
The first thing he did was summon the system panel and check his point balance.
Twenty-five million points.
And the numbers were still ticking upward like crazy!
From the points, he could tell — both the number of players and their playtime were soaring.
Many people had probably spent the entire night playing, still struggling to figure out how Warcraft even worked.
Half the world away, gamers were downloading and playing deep into their own night.
That was exactly what Xu Dan wanted — addiction.
He didn't care whether the total player base was massive or not. As long as people got hooked and played for hours, that was all that mattered.
As for anti-addiction systems? Total nonsense.
Those were only meant to stop schoolkids from gaming instead of doing homework.
But really — if they don't want kids gaming, then just don't let them play!
The King of Fighters might have been a milestone that defined an era, but the genre itself had limits.
Players could fight for four or five hours, sure — but pulling an all-nighter in a fighting game? Impossible.
After brawling for a whole night, anyone would be brain-dead by morning.
Warcraft, though, was different. It was a real-time strategy game — the more you played, the more you wanted to play.
Lose a match? You had to win the next one to save face.
Win a match? "Just one more, then I'll sleep."
And so the cycle continued.
Liwa had drunk quite a bit the night before, but after a good rest, she woke up refreshed and started preparing breakfast early.
Just as she finished, she received a phone call. As the secretary to the "star" CEO Xu Dan, her daily workload was busier than anyone could imagine.
This call was from a television station — an invitation for an interview.
After all, Antarctic Games had, in less than a year, released another blockbuster — once again dominating the market.
The buzz around Warcraft was endless. And the more suspicious media outlets were already wondering — if a new company kept monopolizing the market like this, how would the established giants react?
Would there be a united pushback from the old guard?
But Xu Dan couldn't care less.
Back when The King of Fighters exploded in popularity, TV stations had also begged him to appear for interviews to boost their ratings.
He never went then, and he had no intention of going now.
Those so-called interviews were just reading from a script anyway. So fake, so stupid.
After breakfast, he didn't waste time — he grabbed the car keys, took Liwa, and sped off toward the company.
Even from a distance, he could see crowds of reporters swarming around the building like a sea of ants.
The moment the roar of his sports car echoed down the street, the frenzy hit a new level.
Especially among the female reporters — several even screamed and clenched their thighs in excitement.
"Ahhh! That's my husband! Look at him — driving the Bugatti with one hand, he's so hot!"
"You wish, cupcake! He's my lover. Go home, little girl, and check how much your flat chest is worth!"
"Oh my god! Look at you, acting all vulgar! You call yourself a reporter? Go work the streets instead — you'd do great business!"
"At least I have the figure for it! You jealous? Go ahead and show yours off if you dare — men love curves, you got any?"
"Security! There's someone here with a bomb!!"
"You—!" The voluptuous woman didn't get to finish before two guards promptly dragged her away for a "search."
Whether or not anyone was actually armed, everyone had to be checked.
And that was just outside the building. If HQ gave the order to let reporters inside, the inspection process would be even stricter.
The head of security approached the car respectfully, bowing slightly.
"Boss, shall we let them in?"
Xu Dan's gaze swept over the sea of reporters. From the sheer number of cameras and the logos on the microphones, he could already tell how massive Antarctic Games' success had become.
But dealing with reporters — that was a headache in both of his lives.
So, he turned his head toward the passenger seat.
Liwa looked up. "Hmm?"
"Let them in… ten minutes from now."
"Ten minutes. Got it, Boss."
Liwa was clearly prepared — she'd expected this. She had been putting on makeup since morning.
Her look today was flawless — elegant and striking. Anyone who said men preferred natural faces was too naïve. With just a touch of makeup, Liwa could rival an international pop star.
She even had a hint of that Taylor Swift vibe he'd always liked.
It was hard to believe that just half a year ago, she'd walked in clutching her résumé, timid as a kitten.
Fresh out of college, raised in a strict household — she had been unbelievably pure.
Now, Xu Dan entrusted her with everything, giving her full authority and confidence — and promising to take responsibility for any consequences himself.
In such a short time, she had grown into a true professional — a business elite.
"Calling her a hidden gem doesn't cut it," Xu Dan thought. "She's a gold mine."
Ten minutes later, Liwa stood on stage in the reception hall, hosting the press conference.
Xu Dan, bored in his office, watched the live feed through the surveillance cameras.
"Miss Liwa, could you tell us who the core members of your Warcraft development team are? Every other company makes their teams public, but you've kept everything secret. Why?"
"Yeah, Goddess Liwa, why is it always you answering the questions? Why doesn't your CEO ever show his face?"
"Quiet down, let Miss Liwa speak!"
Liwa maintained a perfect, polite smile — though her eyes betrayed the faintest MMP energy beneath.
To be honest, during her first press conference, she'd only pretended to be calm.
Now, after hosting countless sessions, she truly was.
She had learned to handle the press — from clumsy to confident, from flustered to flawless.
These little questions? Child's play now.
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