Ling Qingyu, you're more dangerous

"Okay, I know," Yang Qingyue waved her hand helplessly. "We've seen and played a match with them. How could I not know?"

"But that was months ago. The improvement that I noticed is staggering to say the least. You have no idea," Ling Qingyu said. "And you're incorrect about the number."

"Really," Yang Qingyue and Cai Ning sounded dull, not surprised. Anyone could hide the statistics or manipulate the data. Having a reliable number as evidence wasn't as strong as it could be regarded as evidence, though most of the lawsuits heavily relied on one.

Naturally, the court duration elongated when dealing with numbers because the experts needed to thoroughly check for authenticity.

"It's around 600 or more," Ling Qingyu rubbed her nose in embarrassment. "Okay, 600-700 roughly. So, if they participate, your situation doesn't seem too hard."

"Seriously? 600 plus?" Yang Qingyue's eyes widened. "You! You're more dangerous than the gangs combined."