"Captain," Lin Chentao called out with his eyes dark. "I'll work hard for the later part."
Even in such a moment, this were his words. "We won't lose as long as I can keep up with you, right? Captain?"
Rao Rong's gaze deepened. He forced down the emotions which were threatening to flow out of his throat and ignored the vibration from the phone in his pocket. He continued to focus on the computer screen, his gaze hardening as he replied quietly, "Right."
Rao Rong had always been a leader. That was not only because of his maneuvering and his ability to control the team, but especially because his presence alone would provide an unwavering belief.
Everyone entering a team would do so because of the Almighty in that team.
When his maneuvering was witnessed, it would evoke a sigh to his very creation. How was it possible for someone to game so suavely?
At least these were Lin Chentao's thoughts of Rao Rong.
