Chapter 768 - A Bagful of Dirty Tricks

Seeing three people descending from above him one after another, Liu Zilang had no choice but to pull out his pan. The live stream audience laughed out loud when they saw this!

"What's going on? Come, jump into my pan?"

"Bahaha, it does look like they are potstickers that are about to be fried."

"Tsk tsk, Vic is feeling courageous this time. One pan against three guns?"

"Does it look like he has any other choice? If not the pan, should he use his knuckles instead?"

"…"

In the match, Wang Qianqian's eyes flashed with excitement when she jumped from the second-floor window. Liu Zilang had nowhere to run.

SharkChilli kills the Face Value Chicken King with her own hands!

It would be a stunning headline in the competitive PUBG circle!

However, she was slightly taken aback when she saw Liu Zilang pull out something hard and black from his pants, cackling as he waited for her to land.

'It can't be!' Wang Qianqian's face turned pale as a sheet!

She had observed Liu Zilang in numerous tournaments before, and she was all too clear about the damage the plain-looking pan could inflict when in Liu Zilang's hands.

She could already think of the headlines for the next day.

Whacked in the Head! Face Value Chicken King Serves Stir-Fried SharkChilli!

'No no no no no!'

Wang Qianqian had to react fast. She lifted her gun and fired a downward hip shot!

She had to whack her opponent before she was whacked!

However, 'flying attacks' were not as easy as one would expect.

She landed on the ground with a thud after shooting only a few bullets. Her arms supported her on the ground.

The next moment, she lifted her head.

Liu Zilang's hard and black object was already right up her face.

Duang!

The melodious clang of a pan hitting a skull was heard!

Like the morning bell at a monastery, bringing peace to all who heard it.

So peaceful that they could rest in peace…

Wang Qianqian fell to the ground on all fours in an exaggerated manner. Her cheeks were still wet with tears of shame…

"Vic123 knocked out SharkChilli by headshot with pan!"

'SharkChilli!' Liu Zilang was shocked.

Then, black anime lines appeared on his face.

'There's a traitor under my roof!

'What a disgrace to my house!

'Why did you have to come and look for trouble?'

The two other fanbase players who had jumped together with Wang Qianqian cackled as they lifted their guns. They saw Liu Zilang standing dumbstruck with a pan in his hand.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming from around the corner behind them.

'Someone's here!'

Just as they had reacted to the sound, a silhouette appeared!

Tut tut tut~!

Tatatat~!

In a flash, the two parties were engaged in battle.

'Battle' might have been an overstatement.

After an exchange of gunshots, the two fanbase players who had fired at the same time fell to the ground.

"F*ck me, are your fans that savage?" GodV was a little surprised that Liu Zilang was able to survive the swarm attack until then.

Even though he had emerged victorious from the frontal one-on-two battle, his health had been brought to a critical level. If it was not for him laying prone in the nick of time, he would have been a goner.

"Don't mention it. There's a tragedy in my house!" Liu Zilang looked at Wang Qianqian who had turned into a crate when her teammates were knocked out. He wore a sorrowful face.

"Go go go, get in the car," GodV said urgently, "There are still people out there. Let's heal up and plan our next course of action."

Liu Zilang saw that NB211 was on his way to support 17shou, and they were not in too much danger.

As for them, their health levels were low. The gunfire earlier had also exposed their positions, and it would be dangerous for them to linger there.

Liu Zilang did not even look at the contents of a crate and ran with GodV to the back of the building where the car was parked.

Liu Zilang was grateful to the point of tears when GodV spared him a first aid kit. He gratefully lapped it up from the ground.

'Phew! I finally get to use something other than bandages!'

Both of them were halfway done healing themselves when they heard footsteps nearby them.

'That bunch of fans just won't go away!'

Liu Zilanf and GodV hesitated for about 0.1 seconds before they aborted healing at the same time.

Displaying a surprising level of coordination, both of them headed toward the back door of the building.

Just as they entered the building, three people appeared on both sides of them.

If Liu Zilang and GodV had not aborted healing themselves, GodV's jeep would have only been able to block their opponents from one side. The player who had come in from the right would have been able to ambush them.

Tatatat~!

Bullets brushed past their backs and landed on the doorframe behind them.

Immediately after, footsteps were heard coming from outside the backdoor of the building.

The opponents had arrived at the scene, but they did not recklessly rush in.

They were intimidated by Liu Zilang who had fended off the intruders with a shotgun earlier!

Wang Qianqian had brought more than ten players to storm the building, and nearly all of them had been taken out in one shot each.

Now that GodV was with him…

Even though the three fanbase players knew that their opponents' health levels were low, none of them were confident that they could take them down.

In the building.

Liu Zilang was loading shotgun shells into his S686 when he heard the footsteps outside stop abruptly. This gave him an idea of what was happening in his opponents' minds. He thought about it for a bit and then asked GodV, "Do you have a grenade, Wei-chan?"

GodV was bandaging himself at that time to raise his health level when he saw their opponents outside hesitating when Liu Zilang was guarding the back door. His health level was much lower than Liu Zilang's.

"I still have one more. You want it?" GodV replied.

"Yup, give it to me," Liu Zilang said.

GodV tossed Liu Zilang the grenade without a second thought.

Liu Zilang swiftly picked it up from the floor. He turned his head around while maintaining his position and looked outside.

Just as expected, two people outside were aiming down the sights of their guns. Another player had swapped to a grenade and was preparing to throw it.

It was obvious that they were planning to drive Liu Zilang and GodV away from the door so that they could rush in with suppressive fire.

'This group of fanbase players is pretty good!'

Liu Zilang was a little surprised by their coordination. Nevertheless, the hint of a smile appeared on his lips.

Ching!

Ching!

Two people on both sides of the door pulled the pins of their grenades at almost the same time and started cooking their grenades. However, Liu Zilang happened to be a split second faster.

In the live stream channel, the viewers were observing the match from Liu Zilang's first-person's perspective. They were curious about what he was doing and shared their guesses on the bullet screen.

"What do you think he's doing?"

"Don't tell me he wants to knock his opponent's grenade back in the air?"

"Pfft… only he can come up with something like that."

"Heheheh, If he manages to knock back his opponent's grenade, his grenade will be knocked back toward him too. That would be interesting."

"…"

When the grenade was almost done cooking, Liu Zilang threw it with an underhand toss diagonal in front of him.

At the same time, the fanbase player outside threw his grenade as well!

Then…

Something unprecedented happened!

The grenade that had been thrown by an underhand toss rolled between the legs of one of the players who was currently aiming with his gun before it rolled behind him.

That player realized what had happened only after a while. Panicking, he reflexively took two steps forward.

Boom!

Fire flashed and the grenade exploded behind him!

Then, that person was given a 'jumpstart', and his body slammed into the doorframe.

On the other hand, the grenade that was thrown by the fanbase player outside hit his teammate's back and rebounded!

The three players and their six eyes looked at the grenade that was spinning back toward them. For a short while, the battlefield fell into dead silence…

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