"Yingzi, if we lose, we should have a bet, right? If you lose, don't you have to pay something?"
Bu Chen grinned and his gaze revealed a hint of mischief. Clearly, he was highly confident in himself.
Black Hawk glanced at him and said, "A bet? How do you want to wager?"
"Hehe, let's not rush the bet. Let's see who can kill more enemies. At that time, we'll decide who wins, how about that? This is purely about count, not time. Don't tell me that the Thirteen Eagles of the past have lost their fighting spirit, for that's not the Black Hawk I know."
Bu Chen slapped his shoulder heavily, "Let's begin!"
"Clack!"
Black Hawk held his sniper rifle, already aiming at the band of villains ahead.
Just then, a skinny man stepped out from among the Martial Arts Society members.
The man was not tall, with a sharp, monkey-like face and a mouse mustache. His eyes might have seemed small, but they twinkled with intelligence.