Chapter 68: An Incident in the Studio

How could there be people in this place? And how much time had passed—how had the opposing team been wiped out so quickly? While Yang Hao and his companions were known to be formidable, this was simply terrifying. For a moment, Old Jiang’s mind was filled with curiosity.

“Xiao Xu, take over my work for now,” Old Jiang said to a nearby staff member, full of questions, then began operating at his own console. Xiao Xu, suddenly called upon, was bewildered, but seeing Old Jiang deeply engrossed and unwilling to be disturbed, he decided not to ask and quietly took over Old Jiang’s tasks.

The broadcast room’s footage was synchronized with the live scene; to see what had happened before, one needed to switch to the replay. It was somewhat troublesome, but Old Jiang was too eager to find out what had happened to care about the inconvenience.

Technically, Yang Hao’s team was not far from L City, within the safe zone, but still in a rather remote area where other teams shouldn’t appear. The areas near L City consisted of a villa, prison, air-raid shelter, and lumberyard. Even if players landed there, they shouldn’t be heading toward L City, which was outside the safe zone. L City was not a popular resource area; few would deliberately run there after collecting their first batch of equipment.

When Old Fang saw the replay, enlightenment struck him—an epiphany! This was a stroke of fortune, and only someone as lucky as Old Fang could stumble upon such an opportunity. Of course, it depended on him having the authority to access the replay. If Old Jiang had seen it first, it would have been easy to understand why the team eliminated by Yang Hao’s group appeared there.

An airdrop!

Switching to the replay, Old Jiang saw the plume of red smoke rising to the sky. At that moment, the group who had just left the prison was driving toward the airdrop. Clearly, it was the airdrop that brought them into collision with Yang Hao’s team.

Seeing the airdrop, Old Jiang’s biggest question was finally answered. But how had Yang Hao’s team wiped out the other group without taking any casualties, and in such a unique way?

Suppressing his curiosity, Old Jiang watched on. From his godlike vantage point, he could see everything happening with crystal clarity.

The team from the prison approached the airdrop in a jeep they’d found. Yang Hao and his companions, emerging from L City, were doing the same. Neither side knew of the other’s presence yet. But as both teams neared the airdrop, someone finally realized the situation.

The two vehicles, sharing the same goal, opened fire as soon as they spotted each other. As they advanced, both sides attacked, each trying to take down their opponents. There was nothing remarkable about this—until the roar of a motorcycle suddenly appeared.

As the teams wondered if a third party was joining, a motorcycle burst onto the scene, flying over the hillside from the flank. In midair, it performed a high-difficulty spin, then landed with extraordinary grace, accelerating toward them.

Seeing this, the team was stunned. They hadn’t expected that Yao Cheng, the motorcyclist, was part of Yang Hao’s squad. The motorcycle sped forward, the natural slope boosting its acceleration so much it nearly soared. Under cover fire from Yang Hao’s team, the motorcycle reached the jeep in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

With a tremendous crash, the motorcycle collided directly with the moving jeep, hitting its front head-on. Both vehicles met in the most direct way possible.

Old Jiang felt even more frustrated at this sight. Normally, a motorcycle against a jeep would be at a disadvantage—the jeep was heavier, sturdier, with four wheels against two. But in the next instant, Old Jiang’s eyes widened.

Just as he thought the motorcycle was doomed, the scene before him left him dumbfounded.

“Holy—!” “Holy—!” Two exclamations burst from Old Jiang’s mouth. His voice was so loud, he surprised himself, forgetting to lower his tone in shock. His shouts naturally drew the attention of everyone else in the broadcast room.

Curious, they wondered why Old Jiang, usually so refined in speech, had suddenly cursed. Many people turned their gaze toward him, and witnessed the astonishing scene.

On Old Jiang’s screen, the motorcycle and jeep separated after the collision—the motorcycle veering to one side, while the jeep soared skyward. At that moment, the motorcyclist and three people from another jeep all performed the same action almost simultaneously.

As the jeep flew through the air, four people jumped out, switched to their rifles, and fired in unison at the airborne vehicle.

Ratatatat—!

Amid a hail of bullets and a thunderous explosion, the jeep was blown up before it could land. The four players inside had no time to react before they were turned into loot boxes. Simultaneously, four kill notifications flashed across the screen.

The entire broadcast room fell silent at the unfolding spectacle.

The next moment, countless cries of “Holy—!” even louder than Old Jiang’s, echoed without pause.

What on earth had just happened?

The scene sparked intense curiosity among the others.

“Boss, what just happened?”
“Switch back, let us see!”
“How did they pull it off?”
“That’s incredible! Rewind, quick!”

Except for Old Jiang, everyone in the studio demanded a replay. The previous scene had been so shocking, it was unbearable not to understand it, as if their hearts were being clawed by a cat.

Faced with their requests, Old Jiang had no choice but to replay the footage.

Meanwhile, in the live broadcast on the first floor studio, the battle at the school was reaching its climax—the most critical moment—when suddenly, the screen switched. The fierce confrontation vanished; the live feed changed to a tranquil hillside, where a prone player lay hidden.

Someone in the broadcast room, in their rush to see the replay, had carelessly cut the feed to this scene.

The viewers didn’t immediately react. After half a minute, with the prone player making no moves and no one else appearing nearby, their confusion grew. To their further amusement, the prone player wiggled his hips several times.

Hundreds of viewers stared for half a minute at a nearly frozen scene—or rather, a scene with some hip-wiggling.

“What the heck is this?”
“Are we watching a prone camper prone?”
“Ha! This camper’s so flamboyant, even wiggling his hips.”
“Switch back—I want to see the school fight!”
“Where’s the director? Come out here or I’ll come after you with a knife!”
“Damn—”

Finally, someone realized what was happening.