Looking at the jeep outside the toilet and its popped tires, Liu Zilang was utterly enraged.
'Fight me 1v1 if you have the balls!
'What kind of man attacks another guy's ride!'
He pulled out the AWM from his back as he turned around, surveying the area.
That motherf*cker just did a speedy hit and run, he did not even give Liu Zilang a chance to counterattack.
Pressing the M key to look at the map, he had no other choice but to chug down some drinks and start running madly toward the North.
The observer moved the camera into the air, giving the viewers a bird's eye view of the match. With that, the casters also started to analyze the situation on the field.
"Hmmm, this circle is quite interesting. There's still quite a bit of time till the next wave of the circle closes in but the players toward the South need to make use of this time to get into the next circle,"
