Picking Up Fragments

Commentators from all countries, except those from South Korea, were lavish in their praise of 4AM, and even more so, they were fanatically praising Jiang Siming.

This scene was reminiscent of the moment Lee Sang-hyeok ascended to the pinnacle of the League of Legends, likewise achieving feats that seemed impossible in the eyes of ordinary people, all under the watchful gaze of countless spectators.

The head planner of PUBG fixated on Jiang Siming's face on the tournament screen, and in his eyes, the words "god-making" appeared.

Every successful game needs a 'god' figure, adored and revered by countless fans, like Li Xiaofeng in Warcraft, yR, or Lee Sang-hyeok in League of Legends.

Every game eventually sees the birth of a 'god', but for PUBG, that figure had yet to emerge.

Although many players have excellent skills and top-tier abilities, they were not the kind of person PUBG was looking for.

They weren't looking for just a person, they were looking for a god!

The former are merely skilled individuals, but the latter are gods to be revered.

When the head director, George, saw Jiang Siming, it was as if he could see the 'god' they had been waiting two to three years for, slowly ascending to his divine throne.

"Whether you make it or not depends on your next games. I hope you won't disappoint me again." George's expectations for this 'god' were nearly impossibly high.

Even after years of fruitless waiting, he refused to lower his standards.

Seeing the members of RGS and VSG slumped in their chairs, filled with frustration and regret, inexplicably brought a sense of satisfaction to the teams from other countries.

The disgusting tactics of the Korean teams in this match were clearly evident.

They never attacked their own teammates, but when they saw other teams, they ganged up like rabid dogs.

No team wanted to see them take first place.

In fact, RGS and VSG, despite playing steadily, had very few kills and hadn't achieved a chicken dinner. Their ranking points were five and six respectively, and with their kill counts, they barely reached around ten points.

They couldn't even surpass the three major teams from North America, let alone compare to 4AM.

In this match, 4AM didn't get many kills at the start, but in the end, Jiang Siming got eight kills in one burst, and earlier, he had wiped out two teams as well.

Including the team that 4AM wiped out, plus one kill from OMG, there were a total of 17 kills.

Combined with 10 ranking points, they still had 27 points.

Two consecutive chicken dinners not only represented an honor, but also an unstoppable momentum!

At this point, 4AM's score had already surpassed NIP, who had played six matches yesterday and was in first place.

NIP was the top team in Group A yesterday, with two chicken dinners in six matches, totaling 65 points, while 4AM had 67 points.

They achieved in two games what took NIP six games, leaving everyone else in awe.

The host came for another interview, intending to continue with Jiang Siming, but to show respect to the other 4AM members, this time the interview was with team captain, GodV.

"What do you think was the key to 4AM winning this chicken dinner?" the host asked.

Without thinking, GodV replied, "Isn't it obvious? We have an insanely strong carry."

"Why didn't we see Ming in your domestic league before?" the host continued.

"The domestic league was a bit too easy, so we didn't want to reveal our ace, Old Jiang. We wanted to save him for the world stage."

GodV's words made the domestic teams feel heartache, thinking, "What does that mean? Are you saying we're weak? Is this even something you should say?"

"How did you spot and recruit Ming into your team? Was he already this strong before?"

"Yes, he used to stream in China, and we witnessed his skills. Many teams wanted to poach him, but luckily, 4AM managed to bring him into the team." GodV said with a look of relief on his face.

He knew that back then, there were quite a few teams competing for him, but fortunately, he had the resolve to make the decision. If Jiang Siming had become his opponent, it would have been a major headache.

"Alright, one last question. Is Ming Shen single?" the pretty female host asked, blushing as she did.

"I don't know. Anyway, this guy has a lot of luck with women. A lot of women like him, so if you're interested, you'd better act quickly."

"What kind of girls does he like?"

"Not really sure, but probably girls with a pretty face, big chest, and no brains would be his favorite," GodV replied with a mischievous grin.

Hearing GodV making up nonsense about him, Jiang Siming's face was full of dark lines. If it wasn't for saving face, he would have taken off his shoe and thrown it at him.

When they got back, GodV didn't escape a good 'beating' from Jiang Siming. The seemingly burly GodV was no match for Jiang Siming, who had him in a headlock with no ability to fight back.

Xiaoxingmu and Wang Duoyu clapped and cheered on the side, watching the drama unfold with amusement.

The camera focused on them, and the audience burst into laughter. The atmosphere in the team was so harmonious, with poor GodV getting bullied, "Boohoohoo," they laughed.

"I'm going to the restroom. Wait until I get back to deal with you," Jiang Siming let go of the subdued GodV and walked away.

GodV clutched his neck, slumping in the chair, gasping for air as if he had narrowly escaped disaster.

"Captain, stop pretending, it's too exaggerated."

"Yeah, how can you, being so big, not be able to fight back against Brother Jiang?"

Xingmu and Duoyu expressed their disbelief.

GodV glared at them and said grumpily, "Why don't you two try? This guy's strength is inhuman. I can't even move his finger."

"Is that for real?" The two looked doubtful.

Jiang Siming came out of the restroom and was about to leave when he noticed a girl wearing a mask being cornered against the wall by a sleazy-looking young man in the hallway outside the restroom.

"Hey beautiful, I just want to be friends, don't be so uptight. Take off your mask and let me see your face. I promise I won't touch you," the young man, who was also a spectator at the venue, said as he blocked her.

"I don't know you... Leave me alone, or I'll call the police," the girl said warily, trying to protect herself, clearly scared.

"Heh heh, what good will calling the police do? I haven't touched you. Come on, let me see what you look like. With a body like that, your face must be beautiful too," the young man said as he tried to reach out.

But before he could touch her, his hand was grabbed by a large hand from behind, instantly causing him to cry out in pain.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Who the hell are you... Let go... Ah..." The young man screamed, almost dropping to his knees in front of Jiang Siming.

"Don't mind me, I just want to be friends too. Let's see if your arm is dislocated, how about it? You can make friends, and so can I, right?" Jiang Siming said calmly.

The girl, who had been frightened, looked at the man who had saved her, and her heart was filled with a sense of security.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, big brother... Please let me go..." The young man begged for mercy, completely spineless.

Jiang Siming didn't make things too difficult for him and let him go after a warning.

Who knew that as soon as the guy broke free, he spouted the universal thug phrase, "You just wait," before running off.

Jiang Siming didn't even bother to chase him—it was too boring.

"Better get going, it's not safe here," Jiang Siming said to the girl, then turned to leave.

"Oppa, wait!" The girl, Lin Yoona, hurriedly chased after him.