Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

In these two matches, Jiang Siming collected [LV Flagship Store] and [Lip Reading Mastery].

He also received [3 million pounds], [New Wong Tea Restaurant x1], and [Starbucks Cafe x1].

Most of what he got in the last two rounds were golden fragments. The only other fragment he obtained was another blue fragment: [Stomach Cancer Cure Pill] x1.

No matter what fragment he got, Jiang Siming was happy. Why refuse free treasures?

He was now a hidden tycoon, owning a bunch of businesses. In a few days, he would go back to collect the earnings.

Finally, the day's group matches came to an end. 4AM won triumphantly and walked back to the hotel, chatting and laughing with Team 17.

OMG, however, was dragged by their unhappy coach to NetFish Internet Cafe for extra practice to prepare for tomorrow's elimination matches.

But Jiang Siming didn't return with 4AM; he was strolling down the street with a Korean girl.

"Oppa, you really don't need to walk me back..." Lin Yoona said, though her words didn't match her true feelings.

Jiang Siming wanted to tease her, so he purposely responded, "Oh, in that case, I'll head back."

After saying this, he started walking away. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared around the corner of a street.

Yoona was stunned. She quickly ran back to find Jiang Siming, and as soon as she rounded the corner, there he was, leaning against a streetlight, smiling at her.

"You... you're so bad... I'm not talking to you anymore..." Lin Yoona said with a shy, angry tone, but her voice had no trace of real anger.

Jiang Siming laughed and said, "I still don't know your name."

"Guess." This time, it was Lin Yoona's turn to 'counterattack'. She had to make the most of this opportunity.

"Don't tell me your name is really Lin Yoona? I've noticed you always wear a mask, and your figure is so good. Are you really a celebrity?" The more Jiang Siming thought about it, the more he felt this idea made sense.

But the girl didn't plan to answer him and playfully said, "If you safely walk me back to the hotel, I'll tell you."

"I think the task you're giving me is actually quite difficult..." Jiang Siming suddenly looked behind Lin Yoona and said in a slow tone.

"How can walking me back be difficult? Oppa, you're just a big bad guy who doesn't want to walk me back, right?" Lin Yoona pouted and said in a hurt tone.

"Why don't you turn around and take a look?"

Turn around and look?

Lin Yoona turned around and saw, not far behind her, a group of British youths had gathered without her noticing.

They had dyed hair of various colors and tattoos, and they were holding weapons, looking menacing.

Terrified, Lin Yoona screamed and rushed into Jiang Siming's arms.

The sudden embrace from this girl allowed Jiang Siming to catch a whiff of her pleasant scent, a youthful fragrance like osmanthus wine.

This was also an unconscious action on Lin Yoona's part, as Jiang Siming's embrace felt like an incredibly safe harbor, instinctively drawing her in.

At this time of night, the street was nearly empty. Jiang Siming didn't need to think to know who they were here for.

Especially the leader—Jiang Siming had seen him before. He was the young man Jiang Siming had dealt with in the stadium restroom earlier.

It looked like he had brought people over to settle the score.

"That's him! Get him!" The young man didn't even bother with pleasantries upon seeing Jiang Siming, immediately shouting to attack.

Being humiliated by a foreigner in his own country was hard to swallow. Even a powerful outsider shouldn't be able to dominate locals, let alone a mere gamer.

At the young man's call, seven or eight youths with yellow, green, and purple hair charged at Jiang Siming.

Lin Yoona was pale with fear. Jiang Siming gently patted her back and said, "Stand behind me, I'll handle this."

"Oppa... Let's call the police. There are so many of them..." Lin Yoona was scared that something might happen to Jiang Siming, so she quickly pulled on him.

But by this time, Jiang Siming had already charged forward. With his fighting skills and a body modified by the intermediate gene serum, if he couldn't handle these punks, he might as well jump off a building.

What happened next left Lin Yoona wide-mouthed and stunned.

It was as if she were watching an action movie, completely taken aback by the fight scene.

Jiang Siming weaved through the youths as if he were taking a casual stroll, effortlessly knocking them down one by one.

By the time the last person fell with a scream, less than half a minute had passed.

The youths lay on the ground, each clutching a different part of their body and crying out in pain.

Only the leader of the group was still standing, and he turned to run.

But before he could take two steps, Jiang Siming caught up with him and kicked him hard in the thigh. The young man, with the force of the kick and a possible fracture, slid across the London street.

His face made intimate contact with the ground, leaving him with bloody scrapes.

The young man howled in pain as Jiang Siming squatted in front of him and slowly asked, "Still want to fight?"

"No, no more! I was wrong... I'm sorry..." The young man sobbed, unsure whether from pain or fear.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen... My mom said she'd celebrate my 18th birthday in a few days."

Hearing his reply, Jiang Siming couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"Now that you're hurt, you think of your mom? Why didn't you think of her when you were picking a fight?"

"I'm sorry... I'll never do it again..." the young man tearfully pleaded.

"Seventeen years old, can't tell right from wrong, harassing girls, not studying and causing trouble. I think if I break both your legs, you won't be able to do bad things anymore. What do you think?" Jiang Siming asked with a 'serious' tone.

Terrified, the young man immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Jiang Siming. Maybe he learned it from Chinese movies, because you don't usually see British people doing that.

"Enough. Take your gang and get lost. If I see you again, it won't be as simple as a beating. I'll kill you, and by the way, my specialty is killing people."

It was obvious Jiang Siming was bluffing, but the young man believed him completely.

With skills like his, how could he be an ordinary person? He must be an assassin, definitely an assassin.

Now the young man dared not disobey. He hurriedly gathered his friends, and they helped each other as they scrambled away.

"Why are you daydreaming? Snap out of it." Back by Lin Yoona's side, Jiang Siming waved his hand in front of her eyes.

Coming back to her senses, Lin Yoona's heart was completely captivated by Jiang Siming. A wave of admiration surged within her.

In this world, the one thing that has never changed in winning a girl's heart is the "hero saving the damsel in distress."

"Affection +15, current affection: 87. Reward: One random red fragment."

"Oppa, thank you." Lin Yoona once again threw herself into Jiang Siming's arms, resting her head on his chest like a bird finding shelter, her heart secretly devoted to him.