Fortifications
"Everything about Li Bai is great, except for one particular skill of his. It's truly admirable."
Sun Fatty was also struggling to hold back his laughter.
This was bad. The guy was about to roast him. Webnovel authors really were more devious than the next.
"Hey, hey! Hit me anywhere but the face!"
The Great Demon tried his best to remind the fat man to be kind.
"This particular skill is called 'missing every shot'! Let me step outside and laugh for a while."
Mi Jun pushed open the door and went outside, laughing so hard he could barely stay on his feet.
That honest-looking man with thick eyebrows and big eyes had actually beaten Sun Fatty to the punch.
"Missing every shot?"
Manager Hao looked utterly baffled. That was certainly a peculiar skill. He couldn't help smiling, either.
Seeing Li Bai's expression change, Sun Fatty quickly raised his hands in surrender. If he kept teasing him, someone really was going to die.
"I'm not making fun of you. That skill's actually pretty well suited to peacekeeping forces. Really! Hey, hey, a gentleman uses words, not fists. You're going to kill me! Help!"
It was all the training camp instructor's fault for being such a contrarian and insisting that Li Bai fire a heavy machine gun. It was no secret by now.
Luan Zhengwei had probably let Li Bai take the gun along because he figured the Type 95 was safer in that guy's hands than the Great Sword.
"Bullshit!"
Li Bai was so angry he wanted to teach the fat man a lesson on behalf of society. How dare he say such painfully true things? He'd show him what it meant to get beaten by society.
"All right, all right, let's hurry up and move! You're the last