Back in the Middle East, Chu Nan was practically in daily conflict with hostile forces; guerilla warfare was just part of ordinary life for him, so playing these sorts of games was downright effortless.
However, a thought still arose in Chu Nan's mind: Could it be that Zhang Xianjian was up to his old tricks again? Why else would he suddenly suggest playing CS for no apparent reason?
"You can't be so definite in your words," Chu Nan's voice was not loud as he spoke to Lin Xuerou, but it still reached Zhang Xianjian's ears. He turned his head, smiled slightly, and said, "Since Chu Nan, you are so confident of winning, why don't we lead a team each and have Lin Xuerou act as a referee? Let's see which team will win in the end. It would add a bit of competitiveness to the game, don't you think?"
"Oh, sure! How do you want to play?" When Chu Nan saw that Zhang Xianjian's spearhead was indeed pointed at him, he casually agreed.
