Three red numbers flashed in the air. To the server, it looked like skill. To Jax, it was the rhythm of the code. He wasn't just playing Free Fire anymore; he was the , a ghost in the machine that no one could outrun.
Three red numbers flashed in the air. To the server, it looked like skill. To Jax, it was the rhythm of the code. He wasn't just playing Free Fire anymore; he was the , a ghost in the machine that no one could outrun.