"You little rascal…"
The leader of the Third Platoon turned around, his gaze fixing on Wang Ye. As his expression shifted, it transformed into one of disbelief and speechlessness.
He was now utterly convinced that this fellow hadn't exerted his full strength earlier. It was even possible that he had intentionally held back during that throw. Now, he had deliberately set the bait to reel in his catch.
"Uh... Well, truth be told, I made an error in judgment during my previous attempt. I didn't quite put my full force behind it…"
In that moment, Wang Ye redirected his attention from Ye Sanshi. He focused on the Third Platoon Leader's expression and, with a chuckle, scratched his head while explaining.
The Third Platoon Leader was left speechless once again.
He then shifted his gaze to Wang Ye and retorted with a touch of displeasure, "Your previous throw doesn't count. Fifty bucks—take it or leave it!"
