Duel?
Zhao Liandong was startled; he hadn't expected the young man to utter such resolute words.
This was no laughing matter, a slight misstep could lead to casualties.
"I'll prove it with my fists that all the single soldier tactical armors you are currently producing are complete trash!"
Chen Fei stood up, disregarding the changing expressions of others in the control center of the test field.
The reactions of the onsite staff were subtle; speaking such boastful words at the headquarters of Henghai Tactical Weapons Group, he seemed to be planning to leave horizontally.
"Trash? Hahaha!"
Zhao Liandong suddenly burst into laughter, slapping his thigh.
Without warning... the laughter came to an abrupt halt.
He said very seriously and earnestly, "I quite like your spirit of the calf not fearing the tiger, but there is a price to pay for talking big!"
