Chapter 76: To Hell with the Kingpin (Second Update!)

A chilling realization dawned! If Yang Hao’s final stunt with the speeding vehicle was a deliberate maneuver, then it truly sent shivers down the spine.

In that dire moment, who could possibly have imagined such a tactic? Even in ordinary circumstances, eliminating an opponent in such a way would likely never cross most people’s minds.

More crucially, to conceive of something and to actually pull it off are two entirely different matters. Some might think of it, but to manifest that intention through action is another feat altogether.

Ask yourself—how many could really achieve such a thing? The calculations, the luck involved, it all seemed almost metaphysical.

Besides, even if the landing spot of that vehicle was mere accident or coincidence, the composure to make such a calm judgment in that situation was astonishing in itself.

When caught between targeting the vehicle or the person, most would instinctively go for the latter. It’s a subconscious impulse. In tense moments, people tend to react without thinking.

But Yang Hao didn’t. He made a different choice.

Given the state of the firefight at the time, Yang Hao couldn’t be said to have no chance of winning, but the odds weren’t in his favor. If he had chosen to fight head-on, the outcome would have been, at best, fifty-fifty.

There are many ways to eliminate an opponent; why confine one's thinking to the most conventional?

Thus, Yang Hao learned to adapt.

Bullets striking the motorcycle created a volatile situation that could explode at any moment—and in the end, it did.

Yang Hao took a gamble, and he won.

In this game, success relies not only on marksmanship and skill, but also on reflexes and strategy. That’s what makes it so compelling.

In the broadcast room, Old Jiang had naturally considered this as well.

He thought of many possibilities, but none of them changed the underlying fact.

Because he knew Yang Hao was truly formidable.

Not just him—Yao Cheng, Zhang Tian, and Zhu Ziyuan as well. Among the four, not a single one could be considered ordinary.

Only those who’d truly interacted with them would understand their terrifying prowess.

Old Jiang felt this deeply.

The game continued.

At this moment—

West Bridge outside the airport.

After leaving the airport, Gao He and his team chose to block the bridge here.

Bridge-blocking is a high-risk, high-reward strategy, and one that many players despise, because running into a bridge blockade often leads to chaos.

Especially when escaping the encroaching zone, encountering a bridge blockade is the absolute worst.

Once the safe zone shrinks, there’s no chance to detour. At that point, you’re forced into a deadly confrontation with whoever controls the bridge.

Not only must you survive a ferocious battle, but with bad luck, you’ll end up as a delivery boy for free loot—hardly a pleasant gaming experience.

Of course, that’s just the lament of those who’ve suffered at the hands of bridge-blockers.

For those doing the blocking, it’s a whole different story.

Killing and looting—there’s nothing more exhilarating.

Having secured most of the airport’s resources, Gao He’s team was well-equipped; collecting loot was not their aim. They wanted kills.

In the qualifying round, besides ranking, team kills were also critical.

Sometimes, even if you survive to the top five, a lack of kill points could mean being overtaken by another team with more eliminations—a deeply frustrating outcome.

To ensure a secure advance, they now needed as many kill points as possible.

Of course, they weren’t worried about qualifying. Confident in their own strength, reaching the top five was not an issue.

But having entered the competition, they naturally wanted to perform exceptionally. Tianhai University had spent considerable effort organizing this campus battle royale; attention was bound to be high.

If they could stand out in this tournament, becoming campus legends was entirely possible.

Their goal was nothing less than first place.

Only by achieving the most dazzling results in the qualifiers could they draw greater attention in the finals to come.

After all, many skilled players would make it to the finals—they had to maintain their momentum.

They needed results to let their brilliance shine.

“Someone’s coming,” a teammate alerted them in-game. Immediately, Gao He and his team grew vigilant.

Soon, as the car approached, they suddenly emerged, unleashing a hail of bullets.

A fierce exchange erupted.

Gunfire blazed back and forth.

Bang!

Amid the cacophony of gunshots, a distinctive sound rang out.

Players familiar with it could tell—it was the unmistakable crack of the Kar98K.

A sniper was in play!

“Blood Wolf used Kar98K to headshot and knock out ‘Langeli Dang’!”

This notification meant someone had been sniped and downed.

Clearly, it was the team driving over who’d been hit.

The battle raged on.

On the bridge, the sniper swiftly chambered another round into the Kar98K, aimed down scope, and fired again.

Bang!

Another shot rang out.

Another opponent was struck.

Another headshot!

“Blood Wolf? Isn’t that the master who made it into the top two hundred on the Asia server?”

“Ha, you’re just realizing that?”

“He’s a crack shot with the sniper—one shot, one kill!”

“Those guys really hit a brick wall. Of all places, why would they try the bridge?”

“Who could have guessed? Besides, how could they know a monster like that was waiting?”

“If it were me, I’d have wet myself already.”

Seeing Blood Wolf land two consecutive headshots, the audience marveled and began to chat excitedly.

An amateur ace like Blood Wolf was well-known at Tianhai University, so attention naturally gravitated toward him.

After two opponents were sniped in quick succession, the outcome was soon clear.

The team trying to force the bridge was wiped out!

On this bridge, aside from a sharpshooter like Blood Wolf, even the likes of Gao He and his teammates were no pushovers—otherwise, Blood Wolf wouldn’t have chosen them as his team.

After the carnage, West Bridge returned to its uneasy calm.

Almost simultaneously, as the battle here ended, another clash was just beginning elsewhere.

“Tian Tian Xiang Shang used AKM to knock out ‘The Rugged Big Brother’!”

“Lost a Pig used M24 to headshot and knock out ‘The Delicate Little Wife’!”

These two notifications immediately caught Gao He’s attention.

“It’s them!” he exclaimed as he looted a crate, seeing Zhang Tian’s ID flash on the screen.

The other day at the internet café, besides Yang Hao, Zhang Tian had also appeared.

Gao He was familiar with Zhang Tian’s ID—it wasn’t the first time it had popped up in-game.

Given the events of that day, Gao He doubted he would forget these two any time soon.

That experience at the internet café would likely stay with him for a long time.

Yang Haoran?

Boss of Causeway Bay?

Just thinking of those two names sent a stab of pain through Gao He’s heart.

To hell with being the boss…