"Bring the bullets."
Looking at Sun Zeya gleefully receiving 150 bullets, while Tom and his two companions had troubled expressions, Ling Mo couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"
"We made a bet. I bet that you would complete the mission without a scratch, and they bet that you would either get injured or fail the mission," Sun Zeya said with a sly smile.
Xiao Wang and Old Tie both showed embarrassed expressions, smiled awkwardly at Ling Mo, and then quickly made their getaway.
"I still don't understand," Tom said, "if you don't know what Ling Mo's special ability is, why are you so confident they'll succeed?"
Ling Mo was also curious and looked towards Sun Zeya, but unexpectedly, Sun Zeya showed a puzzled look and said, "Isn't that obvious? I was just guessing!"
"…Hurry up and hand over the agreed reward."
Sun Zeya wasn't kidding, indeed, Ling Mo had squeezed her dry.
