Murong Chengkong's mouth was so agape it could have fit a chicken egg, although he had long known Hao Jian was shameless, he never imagined Hao Jian could be this utterly despicable.
Handguns were one thing, but to actually bring out a goddamn machine gun.
How many more weapons like this was this guy hiding?
"Da da da..."
"Come out, you coward," Hao Jian cursed furiously, "acting all hesitant, what kind of man are you?" So angry now, weren't they supposed to have a fair fight one-on-one? Hiding like this, and he calls himself a master, what a spineless coward.
Murong Yeyun was nearly driven mad by these words. What kind of man am I? Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? What kind of man are you? Using a machine gun in a one-on-one situation?
This is just freaking unbelievable!
"Da da da..."
