"God Ming, should we... jump now?" Dong Xiaosa asked.

Jiang Siming smiled casually, "No rush, you guys go ahead and loot M. I see a few people still on the plane, looks like they're heading to the airport. I'll go meet them, just in case they loot the airport and come bridge camping."

"Do you need help?" Dong Xiaosa inquired.

Before Jiang Siming could answer, Zhu Fangfang chimed in, "Dong Weakling, it's obvious you haven't watched God Ming's matches much. You really don't get it."