Laier looked at the frenzied Marco Polo on the mini-map, his fingers turning slightly white from gripping tightly, "What if... he's the only one left?"
Xiong Wei, "Laier, what do you mean?"
"I switched to RSG, the other four from YFD must hate me to the core. If we utilize this hatred, perhaps, we could turn the game around."
The YFD team had been crushing their way to the RSG Highland Tower. RSG's tank Zhu Bajie stubbornly defended the tower and refused to let go. YFD originally planned to force an attack, but Ye Xian stopped them, "Attacking the tower is risky, let's pull back for now, you guys go for the dragon, I'll get a Red Buff, then let's regroup and finish this."
"Alright!"
All four answered in unison, their earlier anxiety and agitation now dispersed by the thrill of success.
