The moment this man was knocked down, the remaining guy, who had already been crippled by his own teammate, appeared right in Jiang Siming's sights.
He did not even have the will to resist. Jiang Siming knocked him flat with a single shot.
The two were knocked down almost simultaneously, then lost all strength in their limbs and collapsed face-first onto the ground, becoming two corpses.
The four Russian players sat in their seats, their faces horribly grim. They wished they could smash their computers, rush over, and beat Jiang Siming to a pulp.
But now, they had no choice but to face reality: Jiang Siming had wiped out their team with all kinds of flashy techniques.
They did not need to think to know how their domestic viewers would mock them—Jiang Siming had toyed with them like a monkey in a show.
"Jiang Siming, we have to settle this score!"
The four hot-tempered Russian bros gritted their teeth and committed today's defeat to memory.
Of course, they were not foolish enough to plan to beat Jiang Siming up offline, even though they really wanted to.
Everyone knew that hitting someone under these circumstances would cost them more than just their own and their team's dignity. It would also disgrace their country.
They were not that stupid. Otherwise, they might gather offline, surround Jiang Siming in a show of bravado, and try to beat him up.
Then Jiang Siming would easily knock them all down and spout a bunch of pretentious lines, and so on.
Sorry, but this book never goes for that kind of low-class, forced bravado.
However, in the matches to come, ROX might target 4AM and Jiang Siming relentlessly.
The four Russian bros also brought Jiang Siming two fragments.
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