The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 390: Massacre Mode

"Shit!" Finn Ford cursed again, "Definitely using hacks! Such a distant mountain, even a grenade, no, even a missile couldn’t reach it!"

Ronan Kingston showed no expression on his face. After saving the recording, he directly clicked to report.

Having done this, Ronan Kingston stood up and said, "Let’s go."

"I’m not dead yet," Summer Monroe reminded Ronan Kingston as she climbed up the mountain.

Suddenly, Finn Ford said, "Right! The lady isn’t dead yet! Miss, you can just give another team free points or throw a grenade at yourself, so that guy can’t snipe you and won’t get the top spot."

Ronan Kingston agreed with this proposal, "That’s a good idea."

The only downside to this game is its lousy reporting system. Although he lodged a report, the feedback wouldn’t come for three days, and success wasn’t guaranteed.

He didn’t want to play this game anymore anyway—too many cheaters and no real gaming experience.

As Ronan Kingston walked toward Summer Monroe to show her how to use the grenade, he saw her climbing onto a giant rock, aiming her gun in a certain direction.

Ronan Kingston was surprised for a moment.

This posture, this aim, it didn’t look like a first-timer playing the game.

First-timers should have no idea which direction keys to use, right?

What’s going on?

Finn Ford also felt puzzled, but he didn’t notice the details Ronan Kingston did, he was just curious about what Summer Monroe was aiming at.

"Miss, who are you aiming at?" Finn Ford directly asked his question.

Without lifting her gaze, Summer Monroe said, "The person who killed you guys."

"Pfft..." Finn Ford burst out laughing, "Miss, are you kidding? Even if they weren’t using hacks, you still couldn’t beat them. Do you even know how to control the recoil? It’s not just about aiming. Just throw a grenade and kill yourself already."

Finn Ford didn’t believe Summer Monroe was normal. Even though the third on the leaderboard gained ranks by picking off easy targets, his skills were undeniable.

And the match between KING and Ronan Kingston had already spread across the entire Cathaysia Server game’s channel.

This game allowed spectating, and many had noticed KING’s issues, starting to discuss it in the world channel.

"This hack is confirmed, right?? A grenade can be thrown from that far?"

"I’m speechless, using hacks in a PK match, I really admire KING’s thick skin, how does he manage to keep it so thick?"

"The top ten on the leaderboard trying to PK is just absurd. If you want the top spot, earn it, using hacks to steal ranks is really something."

"Great players appreciate each other, while ugly pigs use hacks in PK matches."

Of course, aside from those solely criticizing KING, there were players thinking about the issue from a rational perspective.

"The reporting system in ’Battlefield Frontier’ is pretty useless, KING might not get successfully reported."

"Sigh, Ronan Kingston’s team only has one left, and it’s someone tenth on the leaderboard. Looks like they’ll really have to give up the top spot."

"That player at tenth should just throw a grenade and commit suicide, dying before letting KING, such a hack-using jerk, take the top spot."

When everyone assumed the tenth player would commit grenade-based suicide, they saw the player heading up the mountain.

Inside the internet café’s private room.

Finn Ford saw that Summer Monroe wasn’t joking about actually going to kill KING and suddenly became anxious.

"Miss, don’t be reckless; the best option now is to just off yourself..."

"No need," Summer Monroe said, still controlling her game character, "I’ll win the second spot for you."

Summer Monroe was dead serious; Finn Ford wanted to laugh but couldn’t.

Just then, someone started descending the mountain.