"Err...Our snipers are much stronger. Why don't you come over to our side?"
Seemingly getting very close to Flossie Wright in a particularly intimate way, Willie Ash casually uttered with a mixed expression of sincerity and familiarity, and a hint of authenticity. It didn't seem as though he was lying.
However, the moment his words trailed off, almost everyone at Rowdy Brightwill's table cast threatening, fierce and furious gazes at him. If not for the respect of everyone's status, they would have dashed straight into a brawl.
The vigorous and upright men were inevitably competitive. Even if they were surprised that their Captain would invite a female cooking class member, they couldn't allow her to be snatched away halfway!
Otherwise, wouldn't they lose great face?
