Keeping His Word

When Jiang Yan Hai entered the final zone alone, he was still in an excellent position. The main reason was that he was absurdly strong; everyone who tried to approach him had been killed.

More importantly, although it was called the final zone, there were actually still three circles before the last tiny circle. Yet nearly everyone was already dead. After taking control of a high point, Jiang Yan Hai fired left and right, leaving the others with no way to enter from the Poison Circle.

Or rather, whenever they tried to move into the new safe zone, they died on the way.

With the final bang, Jiang Yan Hai took aim and killed the last enemy. A victory screen popped up, along with a line of text: "Winner winner, chicken dinner."

Looking at the thirty-one kills on the victory screen, Shao Xiao Jia was completely speechless. Thirty-one kills to win... Did that break a record? The problem was, this was supposedly a rookie who had never played games before?

"I keep my word. I admit you were right," Shao Xiao Jia said frankly. There was no way the other man had cheated, and even professional players might not have possessed such terrifying skill. He accepted his loss completely. This was real ability.

That was insane. Had anyone ever seen someone win without using an assault rifle? This guy was a fucking monster!

But no matter how unwilling he was to believe it, the other man had accomplished it step by step right before his eyes.

"Who asked you to admit that? I'm not interested in that. Do you remember? Our bet was that whoever won, the other person had to listen to him." Jiang Yan Hai smiled.

Shao Xiao Jia froze, then asked blankly, "So?"

"So, you're joining our