Watching Mike's retreating back,
Jameson, who had stayed behind, looked like a victor.
He gave Mike a disdainful smile.
Then he turned around.
He raised his glass with a smile toward the ranch owners present.
"Let's drink to Ye! Without him, we wouldn't have gathered together in a long time!"
His abrupt change left Ye Yuan somewhat confused.
What was going on with these two?
But everyone joined Jameson in agreement.
They raised their glasses to Ye Yuan as well.
It made Ye Yuan feel that the ranch owners in this little town were somewhat strange.
Fu Bing, who was also from Huaxia Nation,
leaned close to Ye Yuan's ear and quietly explained,
"There's some conflict between the two ranches. These two always argue whenever they meet, so you'll get used to it.
"Jameson is still a very warmhearted person."
With Fu Bing's explanation,
Ye Yuan took another look at the middle-aged white man with a full beard.
Compared to Mike, this guy really did look like someone who lived on a ranch.
Everyone chatted and laughed.
Before long, it was time to call it a night.
What Ye Yuan had not expected was
that Jameson actually came looking for him.
"Ye! Are you interested in going to a shooting club with me tomorrow?
"I heard 'Fu' say that people from your country all like that sort of thing!"
Well, there was another person who could not speak clearly.
Ye Yuan had already gotten used to these people mangling Fu Bing's surname like that.
Wasn't Fu Bing standing right beside him without voicing any objection?
"A shooting club?"
Ye Yuan was indeed rather unfamiliar with such places.
Although there were similar venues back home,
their equipment simply could not compare.
"Yeah, Ye Yuan, you definitely need to see it. The