Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Jiang Siming turned around, his expression showing deep thought.

"Why does your voice sound a bit familiar to me? Do we know each other? And... you called me 'oppa,' are you Korean?"

Since they had been communicating in English earlier, Jiang Siming hadn't noticed, but the word "oppa" gave him a clue.

"Oppa, do you remember playing games with three of us Korean girls not long ago? We said we'd come to cheer for you," Lin Yoona happily said, thrilled that Jiang Siming remembered her.

"What!" Jiang Siming exclaimed in surprise, "You're that prohin? Number two."

"Mhm, I didn't expect Oppa to even remember that," Lin Yoona shyly lowered her head.

"The impression was too strong. You were the one who knocked me down," Jiang Siming teased with a smile.

Lin Yoona was so embarrassed that she buried her head into her chest like an ostrich.

"I'm just joking. Did all three of you come? Why are you going to the restroom alone? England isn't as safe as Huaxia. You should let your friends accompany you," Jiang Siming said kindly.

"They all wanted to come, but something came up last minute."

"Huh? So you came here all by yourself?"

"Mhm."

This...

Jiang Siming felt a little unsure of what to do. This girl had actually come all the way to London alone just to cheer for him.

"You don't have any friends here?"

"No," Lin Yoona answered honestly.

"Then it's too worrying for you to go out alone at night to watch the match. How about this, after the match, wait for me, and I'll send you back," Jiang Siming suggested.

"No, no need... I can go back by myself," Lin Yoona waved her hands repeatedly.

Jiang Siming was firm, "It's settled. Don't be so polite. I won't feel at ease unless I send you back. After all, you came to watch my match. I have a responsibility to look out for you. Alright, my match is about to start, let me take you back to the audience seat first."

Hearing the words "responsibility for you" nearly made Lin Yoona overthink, but she obediently followed behind Jiang Siming. After they got back to the audience, they parted ways for the time being.

After sitting back in her seat, Lin Yoona's mind was filled with the scene of Jiang Siming sending her back to the hotel later, her heart full of excitement and anticipation. 𝘙

The third round of the match began shortly after.

It was still the familiar island map, and 4am was again planning to land at the school.

But this flight path was on the very edge of the map, about one and a half grids away from the school. To get there, they either had to find a car or glide over with a parachute from high altitude.

"Let's find a car; there should be plenty along the road," GodV instructed.

The four of them dove down, each heading towards common vehicle spawn points.

Jiang Siming's chosen spot was a bit further back. When he opened his parachute, he noticed two others landing with him, both targeting the same off-road vehicle below.

Jiang Siming's parachuting speed would have easily crushed them, but he got a little hungry and snuck a bite of GodV's fries, which caused him to delay opening his parachute.

There were no rules in the competition about not eating, and at this time, many teams were replenishing with food during their rest periods.

But Jiang Siming, being greedy, had sneakily eaten first...

As a result, he landed later than the other two.

However, Jiang Siming noticed that the two were landing in sequence—one had already run towards the vehicle, and the other was about to follow.

But Jiang Siming wasn't about to let the second one leave so easily. He rushed over and delivered a punch.

Coincidentally, these two were members of a Korean team, VSG.

None of the three knew each other's identities yet.

The VSG member behind saw that Jiang Siming was about to engage in a fistfight. Knowing that his teammate was about to get the car, he figured he could just stall Jiang Siming long enough for his teammate to run him over, so he willingly started brawling in the middle of the road.

"Ming God is going crazy! Muay Thai warning!"

"No gun, no problem, I've got my fists! This playstyle is way too aggressive! He's not even afraid of two opponents!"

The commentators had completely become Jiang Siming's fanboys by now. No one criticized him for being reckless anymore. As long as Jiang Siming wasn't dead, they would heap praise on him.

VSG's Huang Yida shouted to his teammate as he fought Jiang Siming, "Hurry up and get the car over here to run this fool down."

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Hulk had already spotted them. To him, this was like a free kill; there was no way he was letting this opportunity slip by.

Huang Yida threw two punches but didn't land a single hit on Jiang Siming, while Jiang Siming landed two solid punches on him. Realizing his health was dropping, Huang Yida tried to escape.

Jiang Siming saw his opportunity and delivered a powerful punch right to Huang Yida's forehead.

It was the first time Jiang Siming used his mastery of punches in a competition. These professional players may have good gun skills, but when it came to fistfighting, even ordinary players were probably better than them.

After all, they would never waste time practicing hand-to-hand combat, and even if they did, they still couldn't beat Jiang Siming.

VSG's Huang Yida fell to the ground after taking a heavy punch, but he wasn't worried, as he could already hear the sound of the off-road vehicle approaching.

"It's him! It's that guy!" Seeing the notification of being knocked down, both VSG members were furious.

All the Korean teams harbored deep hatred toward Jiang Siming.

Hulk, driving the off-road vehicle, attempted to ram Jiang Siming to death, but Jiang was incredibly agile. With a skillful sidestep, he dodged the charging vehicle.

Hulk wasn't discouraged. He turned the vehicle around and aimed to run Jiang Siming over again.

However, in the next moment, Hulk slammed on the brakes, too afraid to continue charging.

Jiang Siming had positioned himself behind Huang Yida. If Hulk drove forward, Huang Yida would surely die too.

Not only did Jiang Siming use Huang Yida as a shield, but he also started dancing, doing a playful jig.

The entire audience burst into laughter; this move was too cheeky.

Hulk was on the verge of exploding with rage.

Huang Yida hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and saying, "Run me over. If it kills him, it's worth it even if I die."

"This..."

"Don't hesitate! He's the enemy of all Korean teams. Sacrificing me to kill him is worth it!"

Hearing Huang Yida say this, Hulk no longer hesitated. He restarted the vehicle and charged toward Jiang Siming.

Huang Yida was run over by his teammate on the spot, causing the audience to gasp. No one expected the Korean team's hatred for Jiang Siming to be this intense—they were willing to pay any price to kill him.

Now, things didn't look good for Jiang Siming, and everyone's hearts tightened with tension.

As soon as Hulk started the vehicle, Jiang Siming became cautious, positioning himself at the edge of the area.

However, he didn't anticipate Hulk's extreme hatred and determination to ram him so decisively.

Jiang Siming tried to dodge to the side but still got hit. Fortunately, the vehicle wasn't moving too fast, and it was an off-road car, so he only took a minor hit, leaving him with a sliver of health and narrowly escaping death.

Though he survived with just a bit of health, the danger wasn't over yet. Jiang Siming turned and ran behind a tree, planning to play a game of cat and mouse.

Hulk quickly drove after him. Although he missed again, he intended to slow down, stop, and adjust his direction for another attempt.

But Jiang Siming, noticing Hulk slowing down, immediately jumped onto the back seat of the vehicle.

Seeing Jiang Siming sitting on his own car, Hulk was furious, wishing he could pull out a gun and blow his head to pieces.

But at that moment, he had nothing—not even a weak pistol was within his grasp.