The Driver

He was fired up. The fewer players there were, the less danger he'd be in!

He'd be one step closer to winning the game!

Don't chicken out. Get 'em!

That was what Yimo thought. He'd already taken out one of the system's candy cigarettes, which had a stimulating effect. Without hesitation, he closed the system, took out a cigarette, and stuck it in his mouth, giving himself a useless buff.

"Fuck, who could take this?!"

"No wonder it's a Romance Game with so many players. I love it!"

"This is fucking thrilling!"

"I'm outta here!"

As Yimo spoke, he couldn't help glancing back at the intense gunfight.

At that moment, Qian Jiuwan was hiding behind a huge rock, holding an oversized Revolver in one hand. He'd already taken out a Hand Grenade with the other, pulled the pin, and thrown it outside.

Rat King held a miniature Submachine Gun in each hand. He was incredibly nimble, moved with great skill, and fired in all directions.

Leng Mo kept retreating, apparently with no intention of fighting head-on.

As for the four best-looking players in this game, aside from Wan Qianhua, who was running in Yimo's direction, the other three were already down and out. It looked like there was no saving them at all. They'd been killed outright!

Seeing this, Yimo couldn't help sighing with relief. Luckily, he'd used his messy bangs to hide some of his looks, hadn't spent too much time tweaking his appearance, and hadn't caught the other players' attention with his opening shriek that sounded like a Psychotic. He'd escaped disaster!

It seemed that killing the best-looking players first had become something all the other players agreed on.

As for pulling out a gun, joining the fight, and mowing everyone down, Yimo didn't even consider it.

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