"First place? Are you, East Asia recruits, dreaming? This glory -- our Europe has already won the title in succession for three years. You were only third in the previous session." With a prideful tone, three European recruits stood next Qin Fen's dining table.
"Stackhouse." Xing Wuyi used his middle finger to push the spectacles on the bridge of his nose, "I don't see you for a few days and you become this arrogant."
"Oh, Xing." Among the three, the short and lean recruit smiled and said, "If it was the past, I really would not dare to say this. But Peng is dead, and now there will be no better gunmen in the world than me."
"Nonono... Stackhouse, you are too conceited. We, the Americans will take the first place this year."
Three more recruits appeared. The military uniforms they had on showed their place of origin, America! The real hegemon of the Recruit Tournament!
