The words were a bit arrogant, but everyone knew Fang Chenyi had the right to be.

After all, single-handedly racking up twenty-seven kills in a high-ranked game, including wiping the entire renowned Undying Squad, was more than enough to justify his arrogance.

"Then let’s just hot-drop the power plant and fight for resources."

Bufan, seemingly infected by Fang Chenyi’s confidence, thought for a moment before speaking, his eyes still glued to the map.

Fang Chenyi had no objections, and neither did the other two teammates.

This time, Fang Chenyi didn’t use the follow function. Instead, just like in a professional match, he marked the coordinates and they all made their own jumps.

Soon, the prompt to jump appeared. Since the flight path was right over the power plant, Fang Chenyi quickly opened his map to check the distance, then unhesitatingly initiated the jump.

After jumping, Fang Chenyi immediately spun into a steep dive. During his descent, he glanced up and saw no fewer than seventeen or eighteen figures in the air with him.

Seeing this, Fang Chenyi grinned. ’Looks like I’ll have some target practice in the sky after I land.’

He controlled his parachute, gliding down with a very strange technique. While others were just beginning to open their parachutes, Fang Chenyi had already landed firmly on the rooftop terrace of the power plant’s secondary building.

Without a moment’s hesitation upon landing, he sprinted toward the only weapon on the terrace, one he’d already spotted from the air—a Desert Eagle pistol.

Just as Fang Chenyi picked up the Desert Eagle, another fast-descending player landed on the terrace behind him. Fang Chenyi spun around and fired three shots—BANG, BANG, BANG—at the guy who was still in his landing roll. After three shots, the unlucky fellow dropped directly to his knees.

BANG, BANG, BANG! Another three shots, and the player, who hadn’t even had time to react, vanished in a puff of green smoke, replaced by a wooden box.

At that exact moment, the first kill notification for the match popped up on the left side of the screen.

’Fang Chenyi’ killed ’ComeGetYourGranddaddy’ with a Desert Eagle.

Fang Chenyi didn’t give the guy’s crate a second glance. Instead, he raised his muzzle and aimed directly at the second player parachuting down toward the terrace.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

After three shots, the player landed on the ground already knocked.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

’Fang Chenyi’ killed ’ILoveWearingSkirts’ with a Desert Eagle.

By this time, Bufan and the others had also landed. Seeing the kill notifications on their screens, they couldn’t help but smile wryly. While maneuvering his character to find a weapon, Bufan spoke without looking up.

"Brother Fang, at least give them a chance to pick up a gun, haha~"

And the viewers in Principal Wang’s live stream, seeing Fang Chenyi pulling off this trick of shooting players out of the sky again, couldn’t help but echo Bufan’s words:

Heaven-Blasting Gang~BigHooligan: "Damn, at least give the guy a chance to find a gun!"

YiShengYiShi~LittleButterfly: "Hubby’s aim is so accurate~ When are you going to give me a few shots?~"

YiShengYiShi~YourSis-in-Law: "Nothing’s as tasty as dumplings~"

...

Principal Wang glanced at the live stream’s chat, chose to ignore it, and picked up another phone to carefully watch Fang Chenyi’s broadcast.

Meanwhile, after knocking those first two players, Fang Chenyi proceeded to kill three more unlucky players who had originally intended to land on the terrace but, due to his presence, had veered off to land below.

At this point, there were no more reachable players in his line of sight.

Without hesitation, he stopped searching for targets and instead turned and ran into the building.

Spotting an M4 and two boxes of 5.56 ammo on the floor ahead, he picked them up without a second thought.

But in the next moment, a prompt sounded in Fang Chenyi’s mind.

[Host has picked up one M4 assault rifle. System reward: 11,000 yuan. Reward has been deposited into Host’s bank account. Please check for receipt.]

[Host has picked up 60 rounds of 5.56mm ammo. System reward: 6,000 yuan. Reward has been deposited into Host’s bank account. Please check for receipt.] 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Holy shit!"

When the prompt sounded in his head, Fang Chenyi’s eyes shot wide open, and he couldn’t help but let out a cry of shock.

"What’s wrong, Brother Fang?"

Fang Chenyi’s sudden outburst immediately caught the attention of Bufan and the others. They all quickly glanced up at him and asked with concern.

After shaking his head and saying it was nothing, Fang Chenyi refocused his attention on the game.

At this moment, however, the viewers in the live stream were getting confused:

UselessAtEverythingChickenChamp: "Huh? Where’s the M4? He didn’t pick it up? Holy shit, he’s not even taking a primary weapon. What’s going on? Is he planning to play the whole match with just a Desert Eagle?"

NoChickenDinnerJustRoastDuck: "He probably didn’t pick it up. See, he doesn’t have it on his back."

Since the live stream was broadcast from Principal Wang’s spectator view, the audience could only see the action of picking up an item, not the contents of the player’s inventory.

And it was for this very reason that the viewers didn’t notice the M4 had suddenly vanished.

He looked up, glanced at the stream, and breathed a long sigh of relief upon seeing the situation.

After breathing a sigh of relief, he turned his astonished gaze back to his phone screen. Staring at his completely empty inventory, Fang Chenyi was utterly dumbfounded.

’What’s going on? The system can actually recycle in-game items? This is just too insane! Could this be a system bug?’

To test this theory, Fang Chenyi hurried toward the next piece of loot.

[Host has picked up one Level 1 Body Armor. System reward: 5,000 yuan. Reward has been deposited into Host’s bank account. Please check for receipt.]

[Host has picked up one S686 shotgun. System reward: 9,000 yuan. Reward has been deposited into Host’s bank account. Please check for receipt.]

[Host has picked up one Rifle Compensator. System reward: 1,000 yuan. Reward has been deposited into Host’s bank account. Please check for receipt.]

He picked up three more items in quick succession, and sure enough, the system’s "recycling" prompt sounded in his mind again.

BANG!

Just as Fang Chenyi’s face was a mask of both solemn focus and excitement, a gunshot suddenly cracked from behind him. At the same time, a spray of green light erupted from his character. Reacting instantly, Fang Chenyi sidestepped and raised his Desert Eagle, firing three shots—BANG, BANG, BANG—toward the hall downstairs.

’Fang Chenyi’ knocked down ’Grandpa’ with a Desert Eagle.

After the knockdown, the opponent fell out of Fang Chenyi’s line of sight. Seeing this, Fang Chenyi paid the guy no more mind and instead suddenly turned and ran back toward the terrace.

[To be continued...]