"Hey, pretty boy, do you dare or not? Speak up, don't hide behind a woman like a coward!" Zhang Sicong shouted at Chen Yang.
"There's nothing I wouldn't dare to do, just bring it on!" Chen Yang patted his chest and said.
...
Three minutes later, Chen Yang and Zhang Sicong stood in front of the operating table.
On the table, there were two Type 96 pistols.
Ye Shilin stood beside them, holding a starting pistol in her hand, and she spoke coldly, "When the starter pistol fires, begin disassembling; whoever finishes reassembling the gun first wins!"
Chen Yang and Zhang Sicong both nodded simultaneously.
Ye Shilin glanced at Chen Yang, then pulled the trigger of the starter pistol.
Zhang Sicong immediately began to disassemble the gun in front of him with great speed and skilled movements.
Disassembling guns was something he had done many times; practice makes perfect, and he didn't believe Chen Yang could be faster than him.
Yet, he was wrong!
