Minh’s finger hovered over the mouse. “Mất công chơi không?” (Is it a waste of time?) he muttered. His friend, An, who was chain-smoking at terminal #7, laughed without looking up.
Then it appeared.
The fan above terminal #4 wheezed like a dying animal, but Minh didn’t notice. Sweat glued his shirt to the cracked vinyl chair. His entire world for the past three hours had been a blur of failed heists and cops spawning out of thin air. tai game gta 5 mien phi
The game cost 1.5 million Vietnamese dong. That was two months of delivering phở on his uncle’s beat-up Honda. It might as well have been a billion. Minh’s finger hovered over the mouse