Chapter 181 An Ominous Premonition
Catching Gin's gaze, Bertrand chuckled, "Oh, I knew Gin-chan was really good~ I was just bored and wanted to watch you guys fight~"
I don't know how he can say "I'm so bored" so confidently.
"Alright! Afra! Let's go!"
Bertrand swung his legs excitedly, and Scotland instinctively hugged him tighter to prevent him from falling off.
At first glance, well... it looks like Scotland is holding a struggling fish.
Upon receiving Bertrand's instructions, Afra bowed to Gin first, and then took the initiative!
The two are almost evenly matched.
Many people in the training room were dumbfounded.
However, Afra is ultimately just a puppet, and she is no match for Gin in terms of improvisation, while Gin is superior in terms of combat strength.
Although Gin won, many people were still shocked as they looked at Afra.
Damn, even though she can't beat Gin, she could easily take them all down!
"Wow!" Bertrand clapped excitedly. "Qin-chan is really amazing!"
This time, the baby-faced girl gave a genuine compliment, then turned her gaze to Bourbon, her eyes sparkling, "Bourbon-chan and Su-chan, let's have a fight!"
Bourbon, whose name was called, stiffened slightly and looked up at Scotland, who had already gently put Bertrandsie down.
Feeling that almost all the eyes around him were focused on him, he nodded silently and then stepped forward.
Scotland stepped to stand opposite him, smiled, and nodded.
Seeing Gin's completely unsurprising performance before.
And now, the only thing Bourbon had to admit was the cold indifference in his eyes.
Jingguang... has already been turned into a weapon doll.
Having been an undercover agent for many years, Amuro Tooru showed no emotion, but Bertrand, who could see his emotional value constantly rising, knew exactly how turbulent his heart was.
After the competition began, Bourbon felt even heavier.
Scotland retained the moves he knew during his lifetime, but with added ruthlessness, making each move potentially fatal.
In the end, they drew.
Of course, the only difference is that one will make you tired after the fight, while the other won't make you feel anything.
The only truly happiest person in the room was Bertrand. He clapped and praised Bourbon, then turned to the group standing by the door and asked expectantly, "Who's next?"
"Ahem." Chianti coughed twice, then pointed at Miyano Akemi with her finger. "How about I fight her?"
"Hmm?" Bertrand blinked, a little confused, then nodded happily, "Okay, okay!"
He patted Akemi's arm, "Good luck, Akemi-neechan!"
Akemi tilted her head slightly and smiled gently at him, "Okay."
Chianti placed the custom-made guitar case meant for holding the gun aside and rubbed his hands together as he walked to the center of the training room, eager to get started.
Bertrand looked at her questioningly, then kindly reminded her, "Kian-chan, do you want to get a weapon?"
Chianti was puzzled, but judging from his expression, it seemed like he would be in trouble if he didn't take it...
So she nodded, "Take it!"
Then Afra, who was standing next to her, handed her a... iron rod.
"The iron rod is very useful; it can completely block it."
Bertrand's face was all smiles, but Chianti had a bad feeling about it.
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