Click! BOOOMM!!
… An explosion rang loudly, sending bits of flesh everywhere. The shockwave blew everything away, knocking the shelf down and destroying Rocket's upper body.
Max's ears were ringing due to the deafening sound. He was in pain, but he was smiling in satisfaction.
Pulling his body up, he saw the aftermath of the explosion and scoffed.
"Hah! That's how you kill Rocket in close range. Did you guys see my knife skill? Pretty cool, huh?"
— MF! You killed him with a grenade and still looked arrogant!
— Knife your dream! That's a freaking grenade
— How irritating. He's so lucky when he needs it but unlucky when he plays in a breeze.
— POG! GG
— That grenade throw was beautiful
Some viewers complained about his finishing. But who cared about it? At least Max didn't.
"Kill is a kill. Don't complain about something trivial. You won't be popular with ladies." Max tried to poke fun at his viewers.