CANVAS (springtofu)

As Wang Chaihong, Yang Jinbao, and Kang Dal move into the ring, the kill feed has stopped appearing on the right side of the screen. There are eight teams left but nobody is fighting. 'Everyone is playing strategically right now. We shouldn't be too careless' Wang Chaihong scans her surrounding, making sure there is no ambush.

"There is a golden crate dropping down soon. We should grab the legendary sniper in it" Yang Jinbao notices the golden circle blinking nearby from their location.

Wang Chaihong glances at the timer for the next ring-closing, she heard explosions from behind them. 'Multiple fights are going on. If we are quick enough, we should be able to avoid a crossfire'

"Be careful, the golden crate will land in an open area. We will scout out the area first before approaching it" Wang Chaihong warns them before making a move.

Caster 1: It looks like multiple teams have the same intention!

Caster 2: The legendary sniper is a one-shot kill weapon after all. It will be a blood bath at Centre Point!

The team moves in a tight formation, their footsteps are silent as they move towards the open area. "Wait!" Kang Dal froze mid-step, he crouched behind the car. Wang Chaihong and Yang Jinbao follow along, switching to their melee weapon to hide the sounds of their guns.

The air grew in silence, Wang Chaihong understood his intentions as she heard soft rustling sounds from a bush nearby "I hear them" she whispered into her microphone. 

The golden crate landed on the ground, and a low, mechanical whine escalated into a sharp hiss, announcing its imminent arrival. Wang Chaihong shakes her head and whispers once more "Don't move, there is not only one team here."

Shapes from the bushes darted out, no caution, no hesitation—just raw desperation. But in their haste, they seemed to forget the cost of being exposed, their reckless greed leaving them wide open for retaliation.

Wang Chaihong smirks at the sight of those fools. 'They are dead.'

Crack

A single shot rang out, stopping the team in their tracks. The lead runner was hit right in the head, bringing his health bar to one. Wang Chaihong whips her head behind the building above "So that's where they are. Guys, listen up. We can't contest for the legendary sniper but…" turning her her view back to the golden crate.

Crack

The kill feed pops up once more, marking the sudden, violent end to their charge. The other two hurriedly retreat but another shot followed. 

CRACK!

The second figure fell to the ground, his screen flash red, indicating his demise for the match. Wang Chaihong scanned the terrain once more, among the clustered buildings, there was an abandoned motel. It wasn't much, but it offered height and potential sightlines. 'The roof is hidden with overgrown leaves, no one will know we are there.'

She continues, "We can take cover in the next ring first. Other teams should be gathering around here already." She pings the abandoned building to her far right, "That motel should be fine for us. We can ambush those who have similar ideas to us. We can control the final fight."

"What if someone's already there?" Kang Dal asked, skepticism lacing in his tone.

"We'll clear it first," Chaihong replied, her voice steady. "If we get there early, we'll have the advantage. It's better than staying out here and waiting to get picked off."

The two murmured in agreement, the chaos around the golden crate audible even through their mics. 

There was a brief silence before Yang Jinbao chimed in. "Makes sense. Better to fight from a strong position than scramble in the open."

Caster 1: What is this?! Team 5 is retreating from the fight?!

Caster 2: Maybe it was too much for them! Looks like they are rotating to a safer area! Team 15 eliminated Team 4!

Caster 1: We are down to 4 squads left! Who will control the last fight?!

In the packed arena, the crowd's cheers reached a fever pitch as the camera focused on the chaos surrounding the golden crate.

Her team had been perfectly positioned to contest the fight, and both lads expected them to dive in. Lu Yufei swallowed his popcorn and tilted his head "They are not taking the gun? They could have taken advantage of the chaos and grab it."

Zhang LiQiang grips his armrest and leans his head on his other arm "Good things come to those who wait"

It wasn't just surprising—it was bold. Where most players would see opportunity, she saw a trap. Where others would rush in guns blazing, she chose precision and patience. It was a move that went against the grain, calculated yet audacious.

He watched as her team followed her lead, moving with caution through the shadows. A small smile tugged at his lips. It wasn't the kind of flashy, crowd-pleasing play that the audience craved, but it was the kind of decision that could win tournaments.

"Smart," he muttered under his breath, leaning back with a newfound respect. Wang Chaihong wasn't just a good player—she was a strategist. 'She will be a good fit' Zhang LiQiang has set his eyes on a talented individual.