The sight of Wu Yun working the bolt drew knowing smiles from everyone.
After a few rounds, the ground at Wu Yun's feet was littered with shell casings. He handed his rifle to Yang Na and took off his noise-canceling earmuffs. "That's enough for me today!" he said. "I'll be back for more next time!"
Then, he turned to the bodyguards watching and said, "It's still early. You guys have fun."
Hearing Wu Yun's words, Da Xiong immediately grinned and challenged Hawkeye, "Hawkeye! Let's have a match! Same old stakes! Loser washes the socks!"
Hawkeye immediately shook his head. "No way! I know I'd lose! Why would I set myself up for that? If you've got the guts, go challenge Cao Cao!"
Da Xiong's expression was conflicted. His and Wei Wu's shooting skills were more or less on par, but he only had an edge over Wei Wu with machine guns. When it came to assault rifles, he lost more often than he won.
