"Compete with guns?"
Chu Bei became interested. How confident does one have to be to just learn to play with guns and want to challenge him, the master?
Tong Yan curled her lips, raising an eyebrow, "Compete or not?"
Chu Bei nodded, "What do you want to compete in?"
Tong Yan blinked, smiled, and pointed to the bullseye ahead, "Let's throw our guns and see who's more accurate."
Chu Bei was initially very confident. His shooting was precise. Although he didn't hit a perfect score every time, he was close enough. But when he heard the last part, he couldn't believe his ears, "You said throw?"
A crafty look flashed in Tong Yan's eyes, "Yes, just throw the gun at the bullseye, and whoever loses has to agree to one condition from the other person."
Chu Bei was exasperated. Where does such a weirdo come from?
Playing with guns means shooting, doesn't it?
He'd never seen anyone directly throw a gun!
