"I.... yes, it's with me."
"Don't let Luke and the others find out, remember to disfigure the face." Jia Yu reminded indifferently.
Wang Fugui nodded: "I understand."
"So, what were you off handling before?"
"Heh." Wang Fugui gritted his teeth and said, "I decided to go for a high-end approach this time. You know, the boss tasked me with talent scouting, and I picked a few tough guys as seeds. They are all fiercer and more aggressive than the average, making them much better as puppet candidates."
"And then? You seem to have been unsuccessful. What happened?"
"For instance, just now, I discovered one of my lines suddenly got cut. I went to check it out, and it turned out that the guy I picked lost at Russian roulette."
Jia Yu shrugged nonchalantly: "Seems like bad luck."
"Is this really a matter of fucking luck!" Wang Fugui said darkly, "That idiot didn't use a revolver, he used a semi-automatic pistol, betting on a jammed cartridge! And he went first!"
