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Huang Jing was looking at the data backstage; registered users had already exceeded fifteen thousand, and the number of online users reached ten thousand, sighing at Li Yang’s influence.
In the blink of an eye, he saw over three thousand more registrations.
Another blink, another three thousand.
And these registered users didn’t leave; they were all online.
Li Yang started the second round.
He chatted and joked with the people in the live stream room.
Then, upon landing, he was pumled by dozens of fists.
Laughter turned into awkwardness.
Sothing felt a bit off, but he couldn’t pinpoint the issue.
Everything seed normal.
But why the hell were they always targeting and pumling him?
Did they not want him to play the ga?
Anyway, it didn’t waste much ti, dying early ant starting a new round quickly.
In this round, another batch would be dispersed.
He casually started the third round.
Initially, the plan to snipe Li Yang only existed within the fan group.
But as two screenshots gradually spread, more and more people found out about it.
Five thousand bucks for three minutes, a hundred thousand an hour.
Not particularly extravagant... my ass!
Isn’t a hundred thousand an hour extravagant?
At least for many gaming enthusiasts, five thousand bucks is a significant amount.
FPS gas really rely on innate talent.
And Chinese people, what they lack least is talent.
Many people felt full of talent the first ti they tried.
After a simple familiarization, they began to find new ways.
Using fists is indeed effective, but guns have a longer range.
As long as you land a bit closer, once you grab a gun, you completely have the opportunity to kill Li Yang from tens or even hundreds of ters away, far more reliable than fists.
Fighting with fists... can’t even squeeze in!
There are too damn many people.
At this point, Li Yang hadn’t expected so many people in the third round.
Don’t his fans have night shifts?
So many were dispersed from the first two rounds, yet the third round could still gather enough.
And these people, like reckless fools, didn’t want to play the ga at all, just wanted to kill him.
This is a ga, do you have any sense of ga experience? Co, face with your guns!
Bam...
He got killed!
He had just landed, watched dozens of fists fall before him, and then he got sniped from several buildings away.
At this mont, keywords gradually appeared in the live stream room’s chat.
"Ah Jie has offered a reward in the fan group, kill Yang God once, and you imdiately get five thousand bucks!"
Li Yang: "???!!"
He imdiately took out his phone, ready to ssage Bai Qing and ask.
Instead, he opened WeChat and saw Huang Jing’s ssage first.
"Boss, registered users have broken ten thousand!"
"Boss, online users have broken ten thousand!"
"Boss, registered users have broken twenty thousand!"
"Boss, online users have broken twenty thousand!"
...
From a few seconds ago, the last ssage was.
"Boss, your activation code for fifty thousand activations is entirely used up! Currently, online users are forty-six thousand!"
And anwhile, once the activation code quota was used up, feedback appeared on the chat.
"Shit, can’t activate anymore, who activated earlier? Lend an account, I’ll share profits with you!"
"Anyone selling accounts? I’ll pay fifty bucks!"
"Urgently need an account, dear uncles, I’m just a student..."
...
Li Yang sent Bai Qing a ssage.
"Why snipe ?"
"Well... didn’t want you to end the stream..."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh..."
Li Yang put down his phone and laughed as he said in the live stream room, "Since Ah Jie has offered such a high price, I’ll play with everyone today, but I need to change my strategy now..."
The data was completely unexpected, this data could provide Aurora Studio with a lot of valuable insights.
Regarding the activation code, he didn’t reply because it couldn’t be dealt with now.
The server couldn’t support more users at all now.
There was a lot of redundancy in the server due to his unlimited funding, but he hadn’t expected it would almost burst on the first day.
An hour later, after being killed non-stop for thirteen consecutive rounds upon landing, he was a bit bewildered.
He stopped going to the usual spots, directly found a car, and ran crazily, shaking off the pursuers behind.
In just a blink, dozens chased him down, guns blazing, across the map.
Indeed, they weren’t skilled in shooting, given the need for an adaptation period.
But Li Yang didn’t have superhuman abilities.
He could certainly kill a dozen or twenty per round, but during reloads, enough ti for others to kill him hundreds of tis.
His corpse weighed eight hundred pounds, six hundred fifty pounds made of bullets.
An hour passed, he hadn’t won any rounds.
He realized people should never set flags; once set, they’re hard to fulfill.
This is simply unplayable.
It’s not rely a few hundred sniping him, but over forty thousand.
Even if he didn’t give exact timings later, randomly selecting one, ninety-six out of a hundred were still sniping him.
He couldn’t match teammates either; teammates would gleefully kill him for the prize money.
Just like that, it slowly reached ten-thirty.
Li Yang still hadn’t gotten a winner’s chicken.
The gun in his hand was smoking from the constant firing, inexhaustible, couldn’t kill them all.
The most exciting round, he killed over sixty.
He even found an air raid shelter, blew up a car to block most of the entrance, allowing only one person to pass.
This way, he wouldn’t be ambushed.
But...
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At this ti, Jiang Banxia was also done with her work.
Before sleeping every day, she’d check the market trends, even on Fridays.
On weekends, she’d review things more thoroughly, making Monday’s operations simpler.
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