Chapter 27: Sisters, Let's Split the Spoils! (Third Update)

“Huh, why did that person fall over?”
As the comments flooded the live stream, Yang Hao’s voice suddenly rang out, silencing the entire chat. His tone carried a hint of confusion, leaving the audience speechless.
How could he not know why the person fell? He fired the shot himself—there’s no way he doesn’t have a clue.
“Sorry, the gun accidentally went off. This 98K is so tricky—fires at the slightest touch. My mistake, my mistake!”
Yang Hao’s voice came through again. Lu Ziqi and Ling Xue’er exchanged strange looks; their expressions defied description.
Accidental discharge from a 98K, hitting someone from such a distance? How unlucky must the victim be?
Thinking of Changyuan, who had just been knocked out by Yang Hao, Ling Xue’er couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him.
Lin Zijin, however, said nothing. She gave Yang Hao, crouched behind the tree, a meaningful glance.
Her intuition told her this was no accident.
Meanwhile, the viewers in the live stream wore expressions of disbelief after hearing Yang Hao’s explanation.
Though they claimed not to believe Yang Hao was capable of what just happened, they believed his excuse even less.
Accidental discharge?
A 98K goes off by accident and still hits someone? Try firing again and show us.
“This is ridiculous—Trickster Hao is at it again!”
“Serves you right! That’ll teach you to mess around and not listen…”
“Changyuan: What the hell? That ‘accident’ was way too impressive!”
“Every random shot hits someone—what kind of luck is that?”
“That’s right, I believe Trickster Hao. Accidental discharge is normal. If it wasn’t, he wouldn’t have hit anyone.”
“I’ve already recorded what he said—I think Changyuan should know about this.”
While the audience buzzed with discussion, the battle at the school was drawing to a close.
When Lin Zijin and Yang Hao knocked out two enemies, Brother Cheng and his team had already rushed upstairs. With two fighters down—especially Changyuan—the remaining defenders had no time to revive their teammates. Under Brother Cheng’s fierce assault, the last two standing were wiped out.
With the last survivors eliminated, Xiaoxi and Changyuan, previously downed by Lin Zijin and Yang Hao, followed their teammates out of the game.
Staring at the screen as he turned into a loot box, the “Game Over” prompt appeared. Changyuan’s eyes became vacant.
Damn it, he barely got to play, and the game’s already over?
This was the most stifling defeat he’d suffered in ages.
Returning to the game lobby, Changyuan glanced at his live stream. Each message mourning his loss felt like a blow to his fragile spirit.

As Changyuan prepared to shut down his stream, he noticed a chat notification pop up at the bottom of his computer.
He clicked it open and quickly realized it was from one of his hardcore fans.
There was a video attached.
At first glance, Changyuan guessed it must be footage of Lin Zijin firing her shot.
Sure enough, it was just as he suspected.
He was still streaming, so viewers could watch along as he played the video.
Changyuan’s expression grew increasingly complex as he watched the figure on screen. Lin Zijin’s godlike reaction after spotting him amazed him even more.
He admitted he couldn’t have reacted so quickly—he was simply outclassed.
But soon, his attention was drawn to the person hiding behind the tree. Just as Lin Zijin fired, that person moved.
Then, the notification that he’d been knocked out appeared on his screen.
Was it him?
Who was he?
Suddenly, two burning questions arose in Changyuan’s mind.
He was intensely curious about Yang Hao’s identity.
He wanted to know who it was that had shot and taken him down.
The video wasn’t over yet, and Changyuan thought something important might still be revealed—maybe information about that person—so he kept watching.
Next, there was a gunfight on their side. After the last two teammates fell, their game ended in defeat.
At that moment, he heard Yang Hao’s voice and felt an urge to bang his head against the wall.
Of course he heard Yang Hao’s shameless explanation—and when Yang Hao claimed it was an accidental discharge, Changyuan felt like stabbing him.
It was painfully humiliating.
Was he really taken out by an accidental bullet?
No one would believe it.
Changyuan himself certainly didn’t believe it—not to clear his own name, but because such a thing was nearly impossible.
From such a distance, an accidental shot perfectly landing a headshot?

Is this a joke?
Besides, Changyuan knew the situation well: he fired for only a brief moment, and his opponent had only a split second to take him down.
If the other guy managed to have the 98K accidentally discharge at precisely that instant and hit Changyuan’s head, then Changyuan thought he ought to buy a lottery ticket.
Such luck was unheard of.
Changyuan was frustrated, but his viewers were laughing uncontrollably.
“Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter.”
“An accidental discharge? Is this guy a comedian?”
“Bro, you should buy a lottery ticket.”
“That’s not what I expected from a gaming expert—haven’t you all realized he’s just a clown?”
“I can’t take it anymore, my stomach hurts from laughing.”
“Poor Changyuan…”
…
Yang Hao, of course, had no idea that his casual “modesty” was making someone miserable and turning another stream into a riot of laughter.
At this moment, he looked at the pile of ammo and supplies on the ground, feeling utterly satisfied.
A few shots, and someone delivers “protection money!”
These goodies came from Brother Cheng and his team looting Changyuan and his squad. Though they finished off the last two, if Yang Hao and Lin Zijin hadn’t taken out Changyuan and another player beforehand, it wouldn’t have been so easy—so the spoils couldn’t be kept for themselves.
Wanting to show goodwill, Brother Cheng picked out the best loot to bring over to Lin Zijin.
Faced with Brother Cheng’s enthusiastic offering, Yang Hao didn’t hold back—without them, Brother Cheng’s team might have been eliminated long ago.
Of course, Brother Cheng claimed Changyuan’s 98K for himself, but since Yang Hao and Lin Zijin already had theirs, Yang Hao let it go.
“Come on, ladies, time to divvy up the loot!”
It was a perfectly ordinary distribution of supplies, but coming from Yang Hao’s mouth, it immediately sounded different.
Ling Xue’er and the others rolled their eyes in exasperation.