Zhao Yao's avatar crouched behind the door, biding his time. The moment an opponent entered the room, he unleashed a fury of bullets that hit the unwitting enemy, whom would crumple to the ground.
Zhao Yao did not finish him off immediately. He switched on his mic and asked, "Hey asshole, do you still like chasing me now?"
"Hey, bro, chill out. I'm sorry, okay? Let me go, please," the opponent responded.
"Sure, as long as you call me daddy," Zhao Yao chuckled.
"Oh, go to hell."
That prompted Zhao Yao to pull the trigger and kill him.
Rice Cake, who had been observing the entire exchange unblinkingly, was bursting with excitement because she could hear the pain in the enemy's words.
As Zhao Yao snooped through the dead opponent's weapons and items, a rapid succession of bullets pierced his body. He fell to the floor and tried climbing away.
"You think you can get away with killing my teammate, boy?" his attacker taunted.
