But his hand was crippled by Li Mingmo, showing how deep his hatred for Li Mingmo is.
Li Mingmo sneered, "Back then, I not only crippled your hand but also took your life. It was your damned luck that saved you, but this time... you won't be so fortunate."
"Then just shoot me." Number Three pointed to the right side of his chest, smiling, "Li Mingmo, this time, make sure you remember, aim well, my heart is on the right, not the left."
"Damn it..." Li Mingmo was so angry he pointed his gun at Number Three's right heart.
Ji Hanyu gave Li Mingmo a cold glare and kicked him, "Can you grow up a bit? Every time you get provoked by his words..."
Ji Hanyu glanced at Number Three, "State your terms."
"Terms..." Number Three said leisurely, "My terms are simple; I want a real competition with Li Mingmo, starting with gun assembly. Whoever assembles the dismantled gun first wins."
