Chapter 157: The Grouse Group_1

"Hey, Sandru, everyone says Yan Country is a graveyard for bounty hunters, but why do I feel like all the Yan Country people I see on the streets look like weak-ass quails?" said the white assassin carrying a guitar case to his black companion.

"Haha, Mr. Mackenzie, Yan Country people are naturally weak chickens, it's just that their military is strong. They worship us Americans a lot; just moments ago in the bar, three Yan Country women were hitting on me, even left me their phone numbers." Sandru, the black man, let out a sinister laugh, rubbed his huge fists, seemingly disappointed by tonight's interrupted womanizing due to this sudden mission, and seemed to be harboring some anger.

"Haha, that's nothing; I've already got two room numbers. After the mission, I'm gonna drive my car over and rough up that bitch who slipped me that note." Mackenzie, the white man, shook his shoulder bag, fantasizing aloud.