Regarding Big Bennett's reaction, the two beauties were fairly satisfied. Suddenly, Ethan Brooks asked, “You little brat, you didn’t tell Annie about this, did you? She’s a textbook good girl—she couldn’t handle this kind of blow.”

“Kao, why didn’t you say so earlier? I already told her last night!” Lily retorted, as if it was all Ethan Brooks’s fault.

“You…” Ethan Brooks was speechless and could only pour all her pent-up anger onto the poor Big Bennett.

At this moment, an enthusiastic and honest book fan asked, “Big Newman, why has your performance dropped these past two days? Are you sick? Take care of yourself~~~”

“It’s nothing, just a little trouble in real life. I’m fine, I can handle it. I’ll be back to normal in a few days.” After this message, Big Bennett added a heartbroken QQ emoji. He couldn’t exactly say he was being hunted by the female lead in real life, could he? Besides, except for Frank King, most readers would just take his words as nonsense.

Little Pixie and Little Pepper looked at each other and burst out laughing. Seeing Charles Bennett suffer was the happiest thing for them at that moment.

A certain pervy guy said, “Big bro, if you’re feeling down, just go kill some people in-game to vent. Aren’t you the self-proclaimed AK Prince? Come on, let’s go practice.”

As soon as CS was mentioned, Lily and Ethan Brooks both had their beautiful eyes light up. If they didn’t beat that Bennett guy to a pulp today, they wouldn’t deserve their reputation as the fierce twin flowers of the amateur scene! Little Pixie quickly chimed in with her alt in the group, and soon everyone was fired up for a match.

Someone Bennett felt a bit guilty. His AK Prince title only applied when playing against total CS newbies; if he ran into real pros, he’d instantly turn into an AK idiot. But Big Bennett couldn’t let his reputation falter in front of these pervs, so he boasted, “Bring it on! Who’s afraid of who? Anyone got an F? Find one, and let’s do a 5vs5 with just our group’s own brothers!”

Soon, they gathered ten people, picked the most newbie-friendly map, dust2, and split into two teams, launching into a thunderous battle.

In the first round, Big Bennett had barely reached the A doors when he got headshotted. Too brutal! Bandit Bennett was both frustrated and shocked—this cop with the ID 110 was no ordinary player. Even though Bandit Bennett couldn’t afford a helmet, 110 could still pull off a headshot with just a USP pistol. Clearly a pro.

Charles Bennett made a mental note of this ID. Damn it, a true man never forgets a grudge!

In the second round, Big Bandit Bennett still couldn’t afford a gun, but he’d gotten smarter and stuck with the main group, never charging ahead. Luckily, it was still early in the game, so the others didn’t know Bandit Bennett’s true skill and didn’t look down on his shamelessness.

A teammate walking ahead of Bandit Bennett took out two enemies before heroically falling. But Bandit Bennett didn’t feel the slightest sympathy—instead, he almost grinned his teeth crooked, because the fallen bro’s AK47 dropped right at his feet.

Bandit Bennett picked up the AK, heard footsteps getting closer, and spotted a shadow ahead. There was no time to think—he flicked his mouse and fired a single shot, trying to look cool. Talk about luck—Bandit Bennett was the very definition of it right now. That shot, by pure chance, headshotted the oncoming CT.

Still shaken, Bandit Bennett looked closely and was instantly moved to tears—heaven had eyes! The enemy he’d just killed was 110!

The dead teammates didn’t even need to use their mics—they just typed for fun: “wa, ju ran hui shuai qiang, nb!” (Wow, he can flick shot, awesome!)

“shi a, yi qiang bao tou, hai zuo shou chi qiang, tai shuai le!” (Yeah, one shot headshot, and left-handed too, so cool!)

“GSNB, mo fei zhe shi Big Newman me?” (Pro, awesome, could this be Big Newman?)

“yes, ta zai qun li shuo guo ta de ID.” (Yes, he mentioned his ID in the group.)

Reading everyone’s comments, Bandit Bennett felt on top of the world. He wasn’t really a pro, but he always liked to imitate pro players’ style. Bandit Bennett never liked spraying, always preferred tapping, and was used to playing left-handed. At a glance, he really did look a bit like a pro.

The crowd’s encouragement boosted Bandit Bennett’s morale, and as the last surviving terrorist, he managed to take out two more and win the round.

Ethan Brooks angrily slapped her monitor and said to Lily, “Of all people to die to, why did it have to be that jerk?”

“Hehe, just a fluke, pure accident…” Lily forced a smile, wishing she could eat Bandit Bennett alive, muttering, “Next round, I’m camping just for him!”

Little did Lily know, Charles Bennett was thinking the exact same thing at that moment.

Chapter 010: Targeting 110

In the third round, the generous Big Bennett bought a gun for an unlucky teammate and got himself a new AK. Shouting ‘GO, GO, GO,’ he charged ahead as the vanguard.

At this point, Bandit Bennett thought these pervs weren’t all that. Each claimed to be a retired member of some pro team or undefeated on Haofang, but in reality, they were about the same as him. Now was the time to show off—if he didn’t seize the moment, when would he? No way could he let his Big Bennett and Little Martin brand lose its shine.