"Boom—!"
Gao Ang lowered his head, feeling as if he had become completely invisible.
On the battlefield where both parties were hostile, he wished he could just find a crack to crawl into so that both could completely ignore him.
But soon, there was only one side left.
Under the suppression of Dan Shuang, those two players had hardly any ability to fight back. Even when they wanted to use some skills, they were completely blocked by a milky shield around Su Ming'an.
Amid a chorus of curses, he caught sight from the corner of his eye of Number One Player slowly walking towards him, pulling out a dagger.
"Give it up, or not?" Su Ming'an said, his eyes as lifeless as dead waters.
Su Ming'an had already turned off the live broadcast; from the moment those players entered, he had Dan Shuang restrict their movements. Starting the recording needed a gesture and it seems he hadn't managed to record it in time.
