At this moment, looking at Hu Wei's face, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and the tip of his nose; he seemed very nervous. He couldn't help but twist his neck from side to side, moving his muscles in preparation for the next and final round of shooting.
"Boss, you can do it."
"That's right, use a perfect score to teach Li Fei a lesson."
"..."
The Poison Snake members chattered encouragingly, cheering for Hu Wei.
Aben and his comrades exchanged smiles, silently thinking that this bunch of idiots' brains were truly stunted; Hu Wei's fate is now completely under Li Fei's control.
Even if Hu Wei scores perfectly in the third round, victory is uncertain, the only possibility is if Li Fei performs poorly.
Amidst the encouragement of his subordinates, Hu Wei made his move; this time, his score wasn't as good as the previous round, only nine points.
