Chapter 23

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Both sides were on high alert, all raising their guns, taking off the safeties, and aiming at each other. However, they were too close to each other, and once a shot was fired, it would trigger a chain reaction. If everyone started shooting, with only ten meters between them, no one would be able to escape.

Everyone knew this, and their faces were tense, except for two people.

"Second Boss, it's him, it's him. This fatso is utterly wicked. He not only stole the sedative and the antidote but also... also..." The female bandit, who had slapped the fatso's buttocks and knocked him out twice before, pointed at the fatso angrily, but she couldn't bring herself to say the rest.

Sai Diao Chan remained silent, her hands crossed in front of her chest. She wore a simple linen shirt on top and a fitted military pants on the bottom, which seemed to be specially tailored for her. The pants hugged her long, healthy legs, making them look even more shapely. Two Browning pistols were holstered on either side, and she glared at the fatso with eyes full of anger.

She didn't draw her gun because she knew the risks. Although she was furious, she didn't dare to act rashly. Once a shot was fired, no one would likely survive to see the next day's sun. Most importantly, there were a bunch of unconscious brothers behind her. If a close-range gunfight broke out, they would be caught in the crossfire.

The fatso smiled at the female bandit, looking harmless, which made her aim her gun at him.

He didn't draw his gun either. At such close range, whoever fired first would trigger a disaster. With his broad build, he could take twice as many bullets as others. If he fired, would he still be able to fight the Japanese happily?

Sai Diao Chan saw the calmness in the fatso's small eyes, and the fatso saw the composure in Sai Diao Chan's eyes. Subconsciously, both knew they had met their match.

"Make your people put down their guns!" Sai Diao Chan stared at the fatso. They were in a deadlock, neither daring to fire nor to put down their guns easily.

"They don't belong to Fat Master." The fatso smiled harmlessly and casually pulled out the dagger he had obtained from Sai Diao Chan's secret room, waving it in front of her. Seeing Sai Diao Chan's face turn darker, he squatted down and casually placed the blade against Sai Hu's neck, grinning, "But Fat Master can make your brothers put down their guns!"

Sai Diao Chan feared the fatso would use Sai Hu as leverage. She hadn't dared to draw her gun earlier for the same reason. She hadn't expected this wicked fatso to see through her so quickly.

"Third Boss, make the brothers put down their guns!" Sai Diao Chan gritted her teeth, looking at the fatso. This pig, who was supposed to marry her due to his "imperial features," now looked like an enemy.

"Old Ma, make your soldiers put down their guns. With Sai Hu in our hands, they won't dare to do anything." The fatso said to Colonel Ma. With guns pointed at each other, an accidental discharge could be disastrous. The fatso wasn't ready to die yet.

Colonel Ma nodded and ordered the soldiers to put down their guns. Then he had four soldiers prepare to carry the bound Sai Hu away. With Sai Hu, the leader, as a hostage, the bandits wouldn't dare to act rashly.

As the soldiers lifted the unconscious Sai Hu, he immediately woke up and was about to start cursing. The fatso raised his hand and struck Sai Hu's brainstem with the butt of his gun, causing temporary blood flow deficiency and making him faint again.

"As long as you don't leave, I can't do anything to you!" The fatso's heavy and ruthless strike made Sai Diao Chan's heart ache. She knew that a smart person like the fatso should have figured this out. The only thing that made her and the bandits hesitate was Sai Hu, the hostage.

If the fatso and Colonel Ma tried to leave with Sai Hu as a hostage, Sai Diao Chan and the bandits would be forced to use any means to stop them. If Sai Hu died, it would be even worse, and they would face an attack from the entire bandit gang.

The fatso felt a bit hesitant, knowing that such a stalemate was not in their favor. People need to eat, drink, and use the bathroom, and this was the bandits' territory. If they couldn't use Sai Hu to force Sai Diao Chan to comply, they wouldn't be able to leave.

"Such a stalemate isn't good for anyone!" The fatso, though aware of this, wasn't in a hurry, and said with a smile.

"I'm not in a hurry." Sai Diao Chan smiled, brightening the room. She continued, "Why don't we do this: since we can't afford to waste time, let's set the rules. Best two out of three. If you win, I'll let you go. If we win, you return my brother alive and well, and you must stay. How about it?"

"Agreed, but this is your territory, so I'll follow your rules. Fat Master won't take advantage of you!" The fatso had already intended to do this, but if he suggested it, Sai Diao Chan might see that they couldn't afford to wait. He didn't know that Sai Diao Chan was willing to give up everything to save her brother.

"Joining the bandits, eating and fighting, it all comes down to who has the better aim, stronger fists, and no fear of death. Let's compare these three things!"

"No problem!" The fatso nodded. No one had ever beaten him in these three areas.

"First round, gunfight." Sai Diao Chan's lips curled slightly, revealing a barely noticeable sly smile.

"How do we compare?" The fatso didn't notice Sai Diao Chan's sly smile and took down the sniper 98K from his back. Whether it was long or short range, as long as it was about precision, the sniper 98K was unbeatable.

Seeing the fatso's sniper 98K, Sai Diao Chan's contemptuous smile grew. She said to the female bandit, "Xiao Cui, go get two wooden basins."

Xiao Cui hurriedly went to get them. Sai Diao Chan then said, "It's simple. Have someone stand twenty meters away and throw the wooden basins into the air. The one who can shoot the most holes in the basins before they hit the ground wins."

The fatso knew that Sai Diao Chan's rules completely limited the strengths of the sniper 98K. Throwing a large wooden basin into the air tested not precision but speed. The faster one could shoot, the more likely they would win.

When it came to speed, machine guns were the best, but in this short, high-speed shooting, a machine gun might fire a burst, but it was uncertain how many bullets would hit, making it impossible to win.

Rifles required reloading after each shot, which was much slower than automatic pistols. The twenty-shot pistol in his hand had a significant advantage in this competition, ensuring twenty continuous shots.

In terms of draw speed, no one in the Special A Team could match him. After crossing over, he had intentionally familiarized himself with the twenty-shot pistol, and his draw speed was as good as it was in his prime.

The German twenty-shot pistol, with its wooden stock, had a theoretical rate of fire lower than the old 92, but its actual shooting speed and stability were similar, making it effective as a short-range assault rifle.

"Don't cry if you lose!" The fatso grinned. Playing with guns against him was asking for trouble.

"You're the guest, so you go first. Choose one of your people to throw the wooden basin for you." Sai Diao Chan completely ignored the fatso's provocation and said as the female bandit brought two wooden basins of the same size.