Jiang Jincheng expressionlessly moved the fish he had grilled a bit farther away.
"Grill it yourself."
After saying that, he began to eat. The fish was still somewhat hot, but had few bones, which made it more convenient to eat under the urgent outdoor situation at present.
Klay was still pleading with Jiang Jincheng to share the ready-cooked meal, "Asax, my good brother, have some pity on me. The food I make is simply poison, truly inedible."
Jiang Jincheng remained ruthlessly indifferent, "Do it yourself."
Suddenly, his expression tensed. Klay wasn't a fool either; seeing Jiang's expression, he picked up a gun and fired towards the bushes behind and to the right. Jiang Jincheng quickly stood up, bent backwards to dodge bullets flying towards him, and pushed himself off the ground to somersault to his feet.