As the battle between Zuo Ya and Song Jian was about to commence, the black club in Zuo Ya's plump hand looked as insignificant as a twig. But on this weapon, a shimmer of blue glow flickered, making it hard to underestimate.
After Zuo Ya drew his club, his bulky body, akin to a heavy-duty armored vehicle, charged towards Song Jian.
Song Jian hoisted his Rocket Launcher and took aim at Zuo Ya.
Seeing this, shock spread across Zuo Ya's chubby face; he stopped instantly, raised his hands, and yelled in terror, "What the hell are you doing? How do you have such a weapon?"
"Woah~. Cool!" A bar brawler whistled with an excited grin.
"He's definitely pay-to-win. Big bro, tell me how much this weapon costs. One hundred thousand? One million? Five million? I'll pay anything. Of course, I'm talking about RMB," shouted a player standing on a table, waving at Song Jian.
"Hey, big guy, are you surrendering?" chortled Song Jian, aiming at Zuo Ya.
