Yan Yixiao: … Fu*k, Qin Mo, what was the meaning of this?!
The youngster buried her head as she fought in the wilderness, her silvery hair flying as a devilish smile spread across her face. "I can finish him off single handedly."
The shoutcasters exchanged glances. She must have deliberately said it for Yan Yixiao?
Yan Yixiao struggled to maintain his composure as he reminded his rival, "Qin Mo, you're on public speaker."
"I know," he replied nonchalantly.
Yan Yixiao tightened his grip, his jaw hardening. He did it deliberately!
"You can find me for a PK," the youngster added.
Yan Yixiao wanted to smash his mouse! Were they testing his patience?!
His teammates tried to calm him. "Captain, don't be tricked by them. They're just trying to lure you out. You should know Spade Z's playing style as assassin, a PK isn't possible now."
