"Come at me, attack me——"
Dojima Yin beckoned, standing tall like an iron tower.
Xia Yu did not respond, his gaze sharpening as he glanced at Dojima Yin's lower body. Just seconds before, his opponent had spread his legs wide, his right hand clenched into a fist, while his left hand rested on his hip, not assuming any fighting stance. He appeared loose and relaxed, but Xia Yu wasn't going to be careless because of that.
Oh?
Seeing that Xia Yu didn't rush into an attack, headlong with fervor, Dojima Yin was slightly surprised.
"Come on——
Dojima Yin continued to beckon, "Attack!"
"No matter what method you use, if you take me down, you win!"
"And if you win, I'll provide you with a batch of guns and bullets… um, and a military jeep! Some things money can't buy, but I have my ways!" he said with a laugh.
Upon hearing this, Xia Yu's heartbeat quickened.
Guns!
