"They're busy, so we'll handle it ourselves."
"You two flank from the left, I'll sneak around from the right. With a pincer attack, we can easily take the enemy."
Jing Luo tearfully: "Bro, they've got at least eight people. We're just three. Are you crazy?"
Jing Luo, enraged: "So what if we're three? Sparta had only three hundred people."
Jing Luo, ecstatic: "You're right, but it seems we're about to go offline. This game's admin won't let us renew, what should we do?"
It's already three or four in the morning, which translates to afternoon on the other side. These night shift workers have to log off soon, and the main forces will log in, leaving no room for us.
"..."
Jing Luo tears up
"If it means dying, then let's go, go, go."
In a short while, the three of them circled around the Chaotic Blade Association's stronghold and surrounded them from both sides.
"Freeze! Hands up!"
"Surrender your weapons and you won't be harmed!"
"FBI OPEN THE DOOR!"
