"Hmm, hmm, understood." Wang Ming held the phone, nodding repeatedly, "I'll arrange it immediately."
With that, Wang Ming hung up and looked up at Shen Sui, asking, "Yuan Youxin, do you know him?"
"The Fish King?" Tan Song blurted out Yuan Youxin's nickname instinctively.
Clearly possessing the skills of a professional player, yet stubbornly staying in amateur competitions to win prize money cheaply.
Many suspected he secretly had dealings with amateur competition organizers, splitting the prize money proportionally, essentially hired by organizers to reduce their prize payout.
Shen Sui nodded. Because he had recalled Yuan Youxin due to World No. 5, he wasn't as surprised when Wang Ming mentioned him.
"He's had an accident and was sent to the hospital," Wang Ming said, "He's now in a deep coma."
Shen Sui furrowed his brows.
Although he had no contact with Yuan Youxin in the real world, they had clashed in two duels.
