Chapter 132: The Flying Car Returns to the World

Gunshots shattered the silence.

Those attempting to evacuate the area were exposed to the sights of Yang Hao and Lin Zijin, and they were immediately met with sniper fire. As the kill and knockdown notifications flashed across the screen, those who had just stood up scrambled to shrink back into cover. As for those in more advantageous positions, they used the nearby terrain or cover to quietly slip away.

However, not everyone had the luxury of a clean escape. Some had deliberately chosen tricky angles earlier to guard the airdrop or to target Yang Hao and Lin Zijin. Now, because of those very choices, they found themselves in an impossible predicament. The blue zone was closing in, and they were trapped. Lin Zijin and Yang Hao had effectively pinned them down.

What goes around comes around; the tables had turned. Now, they finally understood the feeling of being pinned down by others. Watching this unfold, the audience, who had previously been worried for Yang Hao and Lin Zijin, burst into laughter.

"Pfft! The Goddess and 'Huyou-ge' are really..."
"Hahaha, the tides have turned! Karma is a boomerang!"
"Look up and see, who has heaven ever spared?"
"Those bastards are finally getting a taste of being trapped themselves."
"These two are savage; they’ve left so many people afraid to move."
"Wait, if this stalemate continues, they won't be able to leave either."

The audience buzzed with discussion. Watching the scene in the match, the commentator Xiao Mo’s expression darkened slightly; she seemed to have discerned the intentions of Yang Hao and Lin Zijin.

"It seems Sister Zijin and her partner are determined to fight these people to the bitter end."

Hearing this, Xiao Qi nodded and said, "That approach is very much in line with Goddess Zijin's style. She never shows mercy to those who provoke her."

Xiao Mo was well aware of this, but as the scene in the game remained deadlocked, she analyzed with concern: "If that's the case, those left here won't be able to make it to the next safe zone."

"Exactly. Which means if none of them can break the stalemate, they will all likely perish here—including those two," Xiao Qi said. As he looked at the screen, his expression suddenly sharpened. "The zone is closing in!" he shouted.

This development threw everyone into a panic. At this point, no one cared about anything else; even at the risk of being shot by Lin Zijin and Yang Hao, they had to run. Those with vehicles were better off, but those without were miserable. As soon as they ran out from their cover, they were instantly headshot.

"Get on the bike, let's go!"

After knocking down several more people, Yang Hao pulled the motorcycle upright and shouted to Lin Zijin, who fired another shot. It was time for them to leave, too. If they didn't go now, they would be the ones dying in the blue zone.

The sound of the motorcycle engine coming from the airdrop site quickly drew attention. Noticing their movement, those also fleeing the zone felt their previous resolve reignite. Gunshots rang out once more as people running from the zone took shots at Yang Hao and his partner.

Because everyone was moving rapidly, their accuracy was far below normal, and under Yang Hao's control, the motorcycle moved with remarkable agility.

Suddenly, someone pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed it behind them, landing just a short distance in front of Yang Hao.

Boom!

An explosion erupted. Fortunately, Yang Hao had spotted the grenade in advance, and it posed no threat to them.

However, that wasn't the point. The key was that after this explosion, the surrounding players seemed inspired and began pulling out their own grenades.

*Click! Click!*

Suddenly, the sound of pins being pulled echoed throughout the area. The next moment, a terrifying barrage of grenades was hurled onto the path that lay ahead of Yang Hao and Lin Zijin. The ground in front of the motorcycle was instantly blanketed in explosives.

Previously, due to the distance, no one had bothered with grenades. But now, they were the weapon of choice. In an instant, the area ahead of Yang Hao and Lin Zijin transformed into a man-made bombing zone.

"Holy crap, this is..."
"So many grenades?"
"Damn, they've completely blocked their path!"
"Don't chicken out, Huyou-ge! Rush through!"
"Rush through? Are you insane? That's suicide!"
"It's over, it's over!"

The audience watching the stream widened their eyes. They couldn't have imagined such a situation occurring at this critical moment. It was absolutely ruthless.

On the commentary desk, Xiao Qi and Xiao Mo were stunned. This was a situation they hadn't anticipated. The path ahead was covered in a dense carpet of grenades, and the blue zone was right on top of them. If Yang Hao stopped now, he wouldn't survive the zone, and he would become an easy target for those ahead. But if he tried to force his way through, it would be a massive gamble on luck. Surviving this man-made minefield was not impossible, but the odds were incredibly slim.

It was a dilemma: advance or retreat?

In an instant, looking at yet another grenade landing ahead, Yang Hao gritted his teeth, hesitating for a split second.

"Do you trust me?" Yang Hao asked softly, glancing at Lin Zijin.

Lin Zijin, sitting at her computer, was startled for a moment before nodding firmly. "I do!"

Hearing her response, Yang Hao smiled, a sharp glint in his eyes. Locking his gaze on the path ahead, he didn't retreat; instead, he accelerated straight into the heart of the explosion zone.

"My god, has Huyou-ge gone mad?"
"There's no other choice, he has to gamble."
"If he rushes in, he might have a slim chance of making it out alive. If he doesn't, he's waiting for death."
"Exactly, the zone is here. They have no other option."
"Risking it all is their only hope."

The audience realized his intent. But just as everyone thought he was going to drive straight through, Yang Hao gunned the engine to its absolute limit.

Boom! Boom!

Some of the grenades began to detonate. The audience watched in horror as the explosions rocked the screen. Then, eagle-eyed viewers noticed something on the ground ahead of Yang Hao, and their faces turned pale.

A grenade! A dark, silent grenade lay directly on the path Yang Hao was about to traverse.

"Watch out!"
"Damn, there’s a grenade!"
"Turn back, turn back..."
"Is this it? Are they finished?"

Just as the audience screamed in alarm, Yang Hao’s expression became grim. He had, of course, seen the grenade; he had noticed it the moment it was thrown. Yet, he had come anyway. He had driven directly toward it.

In a split second, the grenade detonated!

The next moment, countless people stared in disbelief.

The "Flying Motorcycle of Death" had returned to the battlefield!