DSF Chapter 110

After being eliminated by the poison zone, Han Mo released the mouse and leaned back gently in his chair.

Xiao Nuo was full of regret, “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t missed that shot, if I had taken down Bing Shen, they would have been wiped out.”

At that moment, Xiao Nuo had a better angle to shoot Yan Yibing, and Yan Yibing was riding a motorcycle, unable to fight back.

Unfortunately, the blue poison zone obstructed Xiao Nuo’s line of sight to some extent. His shot missed and only hit the motorcycle’s body. A single shot wasn’t enough to blow up the motorcycle. Shortly after, he lost too much blood and fell to the ground.

Han Mo took off his headphones, rubbed his uncomfortable ears, and said calmly, “It’s not your fault. Why do you think Bing Shen was driving himself? He was using An Xinghuo as a shield. He knew I wouldn’t give up the final shot, so he added an extra layer of protection for himself.”

Then, Han Mo muttered to himself again, “Quick reflexes.”

His tone was overly gentle, and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his lips.

His master was so clever. If he wanted to surpass him, it was probably easier only in bed.

Feeling guilty after being eliminated, An Xinghuo lowered his head and said, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t match up to Han Shen.”

Yan Yibing entered the safe zone, abandoned the motorcycle, and rushed into the wilderness area to heal himself in the toilet.

After injecting himself with adrenaline, his health bar was replenished.

He let out a sigh of relief and said softly, “The match has just begun. Don’t shoulder the blame. Keeping you in the back was already making you a target.”

Song Tang added, “Don’t shoulder the blame during the match. Your performance was fine. In that situation, you were bound to take the fall for the captain.”

An Xinghuo felt somewhat comforted and touched at the same time.

Yan Yibing had taken all the responsibility upon himself, exchanging the lives of his teammates for a chance to survive. If he hadn’t maximized the benefits, he would have surely faced criticism from the online community.

He now finally understood why the more skilled players were criticized more.

In the final circle, the restroom was an extremely dangerous place. The tall, narrow windows were not conducive to shooting, and once a grenade was thrown in, there was no chance to escape.

Yan Yibing healed himself, then immediately threw a smoke grenade to block the door before rushing out.

Gunshots rang out in the woods. He hid in the smoke, raised his M4, and took out the last member of a Japanese team.

But then, a grenade exploded at the door of the restroom.

Fortunately, he had come out early, otherwise he would have been trapped inside.

Yan Yibing forcefully eliminated three people, barely making it to the third place. Although he didn’t win the chicken dinner, he secured all the points he could.

In the end, the Navi team was left with two people, and he couldn’t compete with them.

After playing five consecutive games, surprisingly no team had a clear advantage in securing the first position.

The points between teams were extremely close, and even teams ranked sixth had a chance to compete for the first place.

The key was the sixth game.

Whoever wins the chicken dinner in the sixth game would likely become the champion of the semifinals.

Zero was quite lucky. They had been in the safe zone for most of the early game in the sixth match, only to be pushed out in the end.

At this moment, there were still ten players alive.

While rushing toward the circle, Song Tang shielded Yan Yibing from gunfire, allowing Yan Yibing to take down Kyle from Team Break while hiding behind Song Tang.

There were still four players alive.

Gavy was still in the game, and based on the information they had gathered, Gavy was highly likely to be inside the circle, while Yan Yibing was pushed out again.

Even after participating in so many world championships and experiencing many big moments, Yan Yibing began to sweat profusely in this life-and-death moment.

Gavy was formidable.

Whoever wins the chicken dinner between him and Gavy would largely depend on luck.

But obviously, his luck wasn’t great, and he didn’t believe he had an advantage over Gavy in terms of pure gunplay.

To avoid dying to the poison zone, he could only run towards the circle, but he hadn’t confirmed Gavy’s exact location yet.

He had already used up his grenades, and jumping in now would most likely result in his death.

But there was no time to wait.

Yan Yibing’s muscles tensed, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the computer screen. His palms were sweaty, and even his mouse was gleaming from his touch.

The safe zone slowly closed in, with time ticking away second by second.

Finally, he took a deep breath, comforting himself inwardly. Well, it’s just the semi-finals after all. As long as we make it to the finals, it doesn’t matter.

He made up his mind, just as he was about to raise his gun—

Suddenly, a steady gunshot sounded from outside the circle.

The shot was calm and confident, neither fast nor slow, accurately piercing through Gavy’s helmet, leaving no time for reaction.

AWM.

The gun of destiny, unstoppable.

【TON-Susan used AWM sniper rifle to eliminate Break-Gavy】

The one who had always been ridiculed for dragging the whole team down, was the only weak spot of Break, relying on her boyfriend Gavy to rise to the top, Susan.

The one who never fought for attention, silently guarding the rear, creating an impenetrable defense for the whole team, Susan.

Ignored and underestimated, many people forgot that she also had a KD ratio of 2.0, a genius player who once rose to fame in a single battle.

Gavy’s crate lay quietly on the ground, the camera quickly zooming out, aiming at Susan in the jungle, calmly holding the gun.

The muzzle was pitch black, slowly descending.

The next second.

【TON-Susan eliminated by the safe zone】

No one could withstand the poison in the final circle, draining the health bar in just a few seconds.

Susan only had one chance to shoot.

She knew rationally that rushing into the circle meant death, so she gave up, using the last moment to analyze and track Gavy’s movements, and then she took a gamble and fired that shot.

Gavy’s expression changed instantly.

His teammates were already waiting to celebrate victory, and even he himself believed that victory was assured.

He was lying in a very advantageous position, with the poison zone behind him and a barrier in front of him. He could attack or defend, such a position should guarantee victory.

And he was sure that the remaining players were either inside the circle or desperately rushing towards it. He was just waiting to effortlessly harvest their heads.

He didn’t expect that in what was almost a foolproof position behind him, there was still someone.

Susan.

This woman knew him too well.

Knowing that there was no chance of winning the chicken dinner, she resolutely chose to give up, and then made a decisive blow to take him out.

It was all like a joke.

Gavy had a level three helmet and vest, equipped with a Groza and a Kar98k, top-tier gear. If Susan hadn’t been right behind him, if Susan hadn’t had a deadly AWM, he wouldn’t have died.

But everything just happened to be so coincidental.

Gavy gritted his teeth fiercely and slammed his fist down on the table.

The supervisor behind him immediately stepped forward, giving him a warning look.

Gavy took a deep breath and had to control his temper. With those deep blue, profound eyes, he glanced in Susan’s direction.

As Susan was eliminated, NNTC’s Li Xihan instinctively aimed his gun at Susan, but by the time he realized he didn’t need to worry about her, his position had been exposed.

Yan Yibing seized the opportunity to shoot and kill Li Xihan, and Zero successfully won the chicken dinner.

As the chicken dinner screen appeared, the comprehensive points leaderboard instantly refreshed.

Combining two days of competition, Zero and Break surprisingly reached a dramatic tie in points.

But because Break had more chicken dinners, they temporarily ranked ahead.

Gavy was not happy.

In these few matches, Break had been taken out by TON almost every time.

He had a reasonable suspicion that Susan was targeting him.

If in the last match, Susan’s gun wasn’t aimed at him, but at Yan Yibing or Li Xihan, the outcome would have been very different.

Post-match interview.

Gavy issued a strong statement—

“In the finals, Break will truly be the first, and the Chinese team won’t have another chance.”

As he said this, backstage footage clearly captured Susan rolling her eyes silently.

Yan Yibing couldn’t be bothered with the foreign media and left directly.

Outside the venue, several Chinese teams met.

Sun Tianjiao greeted Ding Jun with a smile.

“Xiao Ding, hey, today was a critical moment. I almost pulled my hair out watching from the sidelines. Did you see how arrogant Gavy was? Luckily, our zuzong turned the tide and saved PCL’s face, hahaha.”

Ding Jun smirked, “Where’s that hair you almost pulled out? The venue clearly states not to litter. Aren’t you afraid of Zero getting fined?”

Sun Tianjiao chuckled, “Oh, if we win the championship, who cares about fines? Zero can afford it.”

Ding Jun remarked, “Whether you can win the championship depends on the finals. It’s too early to say now.”

Sun Tianjiao laughed, “Hahaha, it’s just a good sign. Being first in the semifinals is better than second, third, fourth, fifth, or sixth in points, right?”

Ding Jun chuckled, “Hahaha, let’s hope Zero has the same luck in the finals.”

Sun Tianjiao nodded, “Definitely, you guys at Prince, keep up the good work and try to hold onto the top four.”

Ding Jun: “…” Screw you.

Sun Tianjiao: “Hehe.”

As the team managers met, they immediately started exchanging sarcastic remarks.

Han Mo, standing behind Ding Jun, looked at Yan Yibing with deep eyes and signaled for a private talk.

Yan Yibing paused slightly and then turned to Song Tang, “Is the supermarket on the fourth floor still open?”

Song Tang was taken aback, “I, I don’t know either.”

Yan Yibing nodded, “Hmm, I’ll go check.”

He discreetly left the team while Sun Tianjiao was engrossed in conversation, heading towards the direction of the private elevator.

Han Mo watched him leave for a moment, then quietly followed.

Yan Yibing had intended to go to the outdoor cafe or the fountain sofa on the fourth floor, but Han Mo once again dragged him into the restroom.

Yan Yibing felt hopeless.

“Can’t you find a more romantic place?”

Han Mo innocently replied, “There’s no surveillance here.”

Yan Yibing: “…”

Normal conversations don’t need to avoid surveillance unless Han Mo wants to do something secretive.

Yan Yibing frowned, straightened his back, and deliberately grumbled, “Ah, my back hurts from all the matches. I want to go back and rest soon.”

Han Mo raised an eyebrow and gently said, “Is that so? Let me massage it for you.”

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Han Mo’s hands rested on Yan Yibing’s waist, palms warm and fingertips slightly cool.

Han Mo truly enjoyed massaging his waist, especially the area around his spine. His thumb moved along the bones, inch by inch downward, as if pressing on his soft ribs, feeling his back gradually tense up, muscles flexing, breath quickening.

Yan Yibing was both nervous and embarrassed being taken advantage of in his arms, gasping and blushing, he complained, “Can’t you wait until after the finals?”

Han Mo didn’t let go of him, leaning close to his lips and biting them, saying unabashedly, “The way Master throws Molotov cocktails is too sexy. It’s playing on repeat in my mind. I can’t wait until the finals.”

Yan Yibing licked his slightly sore lips from the bite, leaned slightly into Han Mo’s embrace, and said, “Captain Han’s gasoline barrel was also impressive, directly taking out our vice-captain.”

Han Mo’s deep voice carried satisfaction, “Yes, if we don’t keep our guard up, we’ll be too embarrassed to show our faces.”

Yan Yibing cautioned, “Lower your voice!”

Han Mo’s breath deepened, his fingers retracting from Yan Yibing’s waist and lightly brushing his earlobe.

“It’s okay, foreigners don’t understand, Chinese… Chinese people aren’t that clueless.”

Yan Yibing sighed, “Okay, I think Sun Tianjiao has shown off enough. I have to go back. He’s been watching me more closely than my mom lately.”

Han Mo asked, “Does Manager Sun suspect?”

Yan Yibing hesitated, “No, I hope not, but it doesn’t matter. It’ll have to be said sooner or later.”

Han Mo gave him a final kiss, “See you in the finals, don’t forget our agreement.”

Yan Yibing paused, narrowed his eyes, and warned, “I haven’t agreed to that, I’ll never try that thing!”

Han Mo’s gaze shifted down to his reddened lips, and he teased, “Just kidding, Master’s body isn’t that fragile. I won’t use it recklessly. Just eat me.”

Yan Yibing retorted, “…I won’t eat yours either.”

Han Mo chuckled, “Be good.”

Yan Yibing countered, “What do you mean ‘be good’? Are you coaxing a child? I’m older than you.”

Han Mo remarked, “If you don’t go back soon, Manager Sun might look for Master.”

To avoid suspicion, Yan Yibing washed his hands, grabbed a tissue, and nonchalantly left the bathroom, returning to the team.

Song Tang was puzzled, “Captain, weren’t you going to the supermarket on the fourth floor to buy food? Why did you come out of the bathroom?”

Yan Yibing replied, “Drank too much coffee.”

Sun Tianjiao, having just finished chatting, didn’t notice Yan Yibing and arranged for the driver to pick them up at the door.

Yan Yibing slumped as soon as he got in the car.

Upon arriving at the hotel, the team’s physiotherapist went straight to his room.

Yan Yibing shrugged off his jacket, lazily flopped onto the bed, his head heavy buried in the pillow, facing away.

He completely relaxed, intending to take a nap.

“Be gentle with your hands, I’ll sleep for a while.”

The physiotherapist, wearing gloves, looked at Yan Yibing’s waist, hesitating to start.

Yan Yibing was fair-skinned, with a narrow waist and abdomen. Although his muscles weren’t particularly prominent, the lines were very beautiful.

His waist dimpled lightly, marked with faint red traces where it had been kneaded.

Under the gentle, pale yellow light, the finger marks on his fair skin were very distinct.

Yan Yibing waited for a moment, noticing the silence behind him. He furrowed his brows and tilted his head, one eye peeking out. “What’s wrong?”

The physiotherapist looked panicked, almost on the verge of tears. “Bing Shen, these handprints on your waist… I’m not going to lose my job, am I? Did you let some little demon touch you?”

Yan Yibing suddenly remembered what happened in the bathroom.

Yan Yibing: “…”

He cleared his throat lightly and calmly said, “I felt uncomfortable after the game, so I massaged it myself. Couldn’t find the pressure points, so it didn’t work.”

The physiotherapist sighed, “Bro, if you say so, I’ll believe you.”

“Uh-huh,” Yan Yibing replied absentmindedly.

He regretted it deeply.

Surely, Han Mo would also want a massage when he returned, right?

Why didn’t he leave a few bite marks on Han Mo?

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