Jiang Siming glanced at the ID in the upper-right corner and immediately laughed. "So it's A Shou and the others. They must have had a particular grudge against you, so they beat you up first."
The ones who had opened fire were none other than the 17 team, who had a close relationship with 4AM.
The one who had shot Wei Shen in the head was none other than their captain, A Shou himself.
Although they were close offline, the two teams showed no mercy at all when they encountered each other in a match, especially in domestic competitions.
"Damn it, just wait until the match is over. I'll settle the score with them. Old Jiang, avenge me!" Wei Shen muttered.
"You'd better pray that the team that ran out of the city won't come and ambush us. Otherwise, forget about revenge—we might end up as sandwich filling."
That was what Jiang Siming said, but there wasn't the slightest trace of urgency on his face.
All three of them were hiding behind cover on the mountain. After realizing that the people they had ambushed were from 4AM, the 17 team also chose to hold their positions for the time being.
This was a lesson written in blood, accumulated through the 17 team's many clashes with 4AM—especially their many clashes with Jiang Siming.
One absolutely couldn't rush when trading shots with Jiang Siming.
Seeing that they hadn't come out, Jiang Siming roughly understood their plan. They were closer to the safe zone than he was, so 17 wasn't in a hurry.
When they still didn't come out, Jiang Siming said to Yong Yuan and Kite, "Keep watch on the 17 team. Tell me if they come over. I'll take a look down the mountain first."
"Okay."
"Got it."
Jiang Siming immediately