Langzi, the Old Artist!

Tatatat~!

Rapid gunfire erupted from a high point in Farm. A string of bullets flew toward Liu Zilang like raindrops from a sudden storm, and it caused dirt and debris to fly on both sides of the speeding motorcycle.

Splat!

Liu Zilang suffered an unfortunate hit. A cloud of blood appeared on his body as a chunk of his health was taken out.

His opponent wielded a respectable level of control and accuracy. Hence, Liu Zilang was not going to take him head-on. Instead, he steered the motorcycle in a different direction.

"Wow! GodV is really something even with just a 4x scope."

"Heheh, it looks like 4AM is addicted to internal conflicts. Let's watch Wei-chan clear the ranks this time."

"Since someone is already occupying his intended destination, is he going to run away?"

"…"

Liu Zilang was not a weak-willed player.