The crowd was abuzz with discussion, all not favoring Yang Fei.
The Caucasian Captain grinned, his lips revealing canine teeth, as menacing as a jackal.
He stepped back: "Alright, it's happily decided then."
"I didn't expect in the Blue Sword Brigade, there would be a hero like you."
He said, lowering his voice, leaning closer to Yang Fei, with an even more sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Lieutenant, I admire your courage, but I must tell you, you're dead."
The Caucasian Captain finished speaking, with a flick of his hand, the automatic rifle in his hand suddenly turned into a heap of parts.
Then, under the gaze of everyone, the Caucasian Captain's hands, like performing magic, left afterimages in the air, then abruptly stopped.
A fully assembled rifle reappeared in his hand.
His actions carried an air of bravado and showmanship, but this masterful gun assembly left many with their mouths agape.
"Holy cow, this gun assembly stunt is truly godlike."
