"Wah! These two players have really good items in their crates!"
"Quick, come over and loot them!"
"Be careful of other players, I think some of them are still lingering around."
"Don't worry, we'll leave right after we loot these crates, we won't fight them."
On the rooftop, Liu Zilang watched silently the warm scene of those four players having "lunch" together like four piglets.
He subconsciously put his gun down and then reached for a frag grenade.
Next, he pulled its pin and cooked it.
'Fire in the hole!'
All of a sudden, a frag grenade was thrown out of Liu Zilang's hand. It formed a parabolic curve in the air before it landed at where the four players were.
"Clink-!"
'What was that?'
'Wait a second, this sounds… familiar!'
By the time the few players could respond to the situation, it was too late.
"Boom-!"
