Four grenade kill notifications popped up in a row, and the spectators went wild.
Jiang Siming's grenades felt like milk that was about to expire at the supermarket—sold dirt-cheap in bulk, as if they were free.
After throwing all sixteen grenades and killing only four people, Jiang Siming felt like a complete failure.
Of course, he had only been putting on a show. That was why he had thrown grenades everywhere and needed so many.
Otherwise, throwing a grenade at someone's head without even seeing their position would have been far too suspicious.
Life was a play, and it required acting skills.
The four kills gave Jiang Siming two fragments.
"Picked up Bust Enhancement Pill ×1 and Blue Fragment ×1 (1/1); fragment quota full, can be used directly."
Bust Enhancement Pill: Usable by both men and women. It can increase the user's bust by at least two cup sizes.
"Picked up Tennis Mastery Red Fragment ×1 (1/5); fragment quota not full, cannot be used yet."
Only one opponent remained, and he was also an old acquaintance of Jiang Siming's: 17shou.
17shou hid between two crates, dodging this terrifying barrage of grenades.
Emm, why did thinking of a rain of grenades make him remember the high school Chinese textbook story "Thunderstorm," the one about an incestuous affair? Ahem.
His thoughts had to stay pure.
Actually, Jiang Siming had thrown several grenades at 17shou as well. Fortunately, the two crates had perfectly shielded him from the blast. Otherwise, he would have become a corpse by now.
"That guy is utterly deranged. Did he pick up so many grenades just to have some fun at the end?"
17shou muttered as he glanced at the number of players in the upper-right corner. Only then did he realize that the final