Zhan Lan, with no other choice, could only say: "Fine, then let all my brothers witness this. If I hit the bullseye once, Mr. Zhan Feng must also give me a gift!"
Zhan Feng was almost amused by Zhan Lan's audacious words.
He disdainfully said: "If you win, I'll give you whatever you want! If I win, you'll give me Blood Drop!"
Having revealed his true goal, he looked at Zhan Lan with a satisfied smirk.
Zhan Lan was suddenly in a difficult position, she turned around to leave, "Then I'd rather not compete, Blood Drop was a gift from General Zhan!"
"That won't do, you can't back out now, everyone here can testify that you agreed!" Zhan Feng spread his arms out, addressing the surrounding soldiers.
Some soldiers also sensed what was happening, they never expected that Mr. Zhan Feng had his eyes set on Blood Drop; it was an outright grab!
They no longer joined in the raucous, after all, Blood Drop was personally given to Miss Zhan Lan by General Zhan Beicang.