Chapter 1527

Perseus challenged Jerome again. "Stop acting like a lady. You're all talk and no action. You can brag again after you win me in the game." "Fine. If you lose, I want you to get the hell away from me and stop disturbing my sleep." Jerome was pissed off as well. The thing was, he was tired. He needed to sleep. "What if you lose? What happens then?" Perseus narrowed his eyes and grinned. Jerome had taken the bait. It didn't matter if he won or lost the match. He would get what he wanted as long as Jerome agreed to the bet. "Hmph. It's not possible for me to lose!" Jerome rose to his feet and snuffed out his cigarette. He registered a gaming account and quickly joined Perseus' lobby. His profile name was very straightforward—NoobKillerz. Perseus' eyelids couldn't help but twitch. The son of a bitch was a little ruthless. Perseus merely managed to bag five kills on the first round of Krossfire deathmatch. He lost the match miserably. Then, Perseus didn't even manage to kill Jerom