"This question is simple." Sun Hang took out a pistol, snapped it, and said, "Just get rid of those useless bastards."
"Are you crazy?" Ye Jiu gave Sun Hang a sidelong glance.
"Not crazy," Sun Hang replied, "I usually call this method efficient."
"Even if Dubhe Tower is backing you... damn, I don't even want to talk about those people anymore. The more I mention them, the angrier I get. I'm really afraid that I won't be able to resist grabbing a gun and blowing them all away." Ye Jiu slapped his own head hard, the clash between his gauntlet and helmet making a sharp "clang" sound.
"Damn it, sooner or later, I'm going to catch your madness and become a lunatic too," Ye Jiu muttered.
"You're pretty crazy already," Sun Hang sized him up, "You wanted to fight me the moment we met, must be feeling itchy."
"You could call me a martial arts fanatic!"
