"Brother Ming, should we jump now?" Dong Xiaosa asked.
Jiang Siming smiled as casually as ever. "It's fine. You guys search M first. I'll see how many people are still on the plane. Looks like they're heading for Airport, so I'll go deal with them. That way, if the circle ends at Airport, they won't finish looting and come block the bridge."
"Should I go help you?" Dong Xiaosa asked.
Before Jiang Siming could answer, Zhu Fangfang spoke first. "Dong Weakling, I can tell at a glance that you haven't watched many of Ming Shen's matches. You really don't know how to behave."
Dong Xiaosa gave an awkward smile, finally remembering that Jiang Siming often flew solo even in professional matches, let alone in a streamer tournament like this.
The plane had already reached the skies above Airport. Sure enough, these people intended to jump at Airport and do something sneaky.
There were quite a lot of them, too—six in total. Judging by the looks of it, they were organized differently from Jiang Siming's side.
They might have formed a team of six, with the remaining people handling other tasks, such as scouting, finding vehicles, or setting up firing positions and relaying information.
From the looks of it, the Korean team was indeed more experienced. They had maximized every member's role within the team.
Moreover, a six-man formation was obviously stronger in combat than a four-man team.
"Let me tell you guys something. It looks like the Korean team is grouped in sixes. If you run into one of their groups alone later, try not to fight them. We're at a numerical disadvantage, so it's best to call for support from nearby squads."
Jiang Siming reminded them. This information was important. It would reassure everyone and prevent them from assuming