Screech!
Li Muqiu's jeep came to a halt.
He swiftly hopped off the jeep but did not recklessly storm the building. Instead, he sneaked into the grain silo next door to observe the situation.
While he was tap-firing at Liu Zilang from the woods on the southern slope earlier, he had seen a motorcycle spin crazily in the air from his 8x scope.
That, along with the grenade throw from the motorcycle, seemed somewhat familiar to Li Muqiu…
'It's 'that guy'!'
Instantly, memories of him being caught in Liu Zilang's deadly prank from behind the airdrop crate in the first match of the day flooded his mind!
Veins bulged on his forehead. In his heart, a little man seemed to be yelling.
'I'll beat the sh*t out of you this time!!!'
Li Muqiu took a deep breath to calm his emotions.
'Keep cool!
'I need a plan to fight a b*stard like him!'
His eyes narrowed as he thought about it, and he started to draw up a plan in his mind.
