Chapter 141: Marksmanship? I know some basics. (Double update, 7000 words. Please subscribe, bookmark, and vote for the month.)

Zhang Ansha lifted the burly man and threw him onto the stretcher of the medical team at the side.

The remaining eight people fell into a brief silence, none of them had expected that the one who looked the skinniest would be the toughest nut to crack.

They looked at each other, none stepping forward.

Eventually, a young woman wearing a white veil stepped onto the arena and saluted He Ao with a bow, "Hello, conciliator."

That was her code name.

"Mercenary."

He Ao returned the gesture with a bow.

At that moment, the woman lifted her head to look at He Ao.

Under her gaze, He Ao felt his inner turmoil gradually calm down, and the desire to fight slowly diminished.

Then, he calmly and politely lifted the woman up and threw her out of the arena.

He Ao had never really had the desire to fight; he was just a law-abiding good individual, acting according to set objectives.