Chapter 301 The Gentleman Knows Martial Arts (2/2)

Li Du said, ”Well, I warm up relatively faster than most people, so I hunt more as well.”

The onlookers gasped and exclaimed. Martin and his friends were grinning from ear to ear. Terry marveled at what he saw. ”This young man is a born hunter, too powerful!”

Martin gave Li Du a fist bump, his laughing eyes narrowed into a line. ”Good fellow, does my lil’ Sophie know about your superb hunting skills? She has never mentioned that.”

Li Du grinned. ”Sophie is around wounds and blood very often. I feel that she won’t want to know too much about hunting-related matters. So I’ve never mentioned that to her.”

These words made Martin even more elated; he gave a few hard pats on Li Du’s shoulder and said, ”Li, you’re very considerate. Thank God that Sophie has met a good man.”

Mr. Li was overjoyed to hear that from Sophie’s father. He felt that he had won the approval of Sophie’s parents.

While they were overjoyed from the win, Harris and Hugo looked livid with anger.

Hugo shouted in disbelief, ”Impossible! How’s it possible! No way he could possibly be so efficient!”

Harris glared at him fiercely and said, ”D*mn it, aren’t you always bragging about yourself? Are you not the strongest hunter in Flagstaff?

”He must have cheated,” Hugo snarled. ”You see, most of the game he hunted are birds. That’s not hunting. I swear he must have used bird nets to catch them.”

”It must be so!” shouted a few of the Native Americans. ”Otherwise, how did he do it just by using a crossbow? Come on, this isn't a Hollywood blockbuster! He must have cheated!”

The rest of the other Native Americans followed suit and shouted that Li Du had cheated.

The crowd looked on with much contempt:

”Ugh, these guys are sore losers!”

”Have you been to their casino? It's not the first time they've been sore losers.”

”What Marine is that? He’s not as good as the Chinese boy and he’s behaving like a jerk: this is too shameful!”

”Li won. Martin and the group won. Harris, stop behaving like a loser!”

Harris ignored the cries of the crowd and turned to Li Du. ”We do not believe that all this was hunted by you. You must have cheated. Did you use bird nets?”

Mr. Li had cheated—Ah Meow and Crispy Noodles had helped him hunt. But the Native Americans had not thought of that, and speculated that he had used bird nets.

”Just admit that you’re a sore loser,” Li Du said with a wry smile. ”You think I used bird nets? There were only 30 minutes. I might have had time to open the bird nets, but did I have enough time for all those birds to fly into them?”

Martin clenched his fists and shouted, ”Don't be sore losers! Don’t do things that bring shame to your families!”

Harris tried hard to stay calm. ”You cheated, Li. This wager doesn’t count. If you’re not a sore loser, let’s have another round!”

Martin and his group were enraged; they seemed ready to fight again.

Li Du stopped them and said with a smile, ”Let’s listen to what they have to say, everyone. Gentlemen will always fight better than rogues. They can’t win against me.”

Harris turned to look at Hugo. Hugo quickly thought for a moment and said, ”We’ll hunt together, so everyone can watch and oversee from afar. Let everyone see what actually happens.”

Li Du said, ”What do you mean? If everyone goes together, the prey will be scared away.”

Hans curled up his lip. ”Are you an idiot?”

Hearing that, Hugo’s shame turned to anger. ”Of course not, my people will drive the prey into our vision and we’ll hunt them together. Let’s have a face-off!”

Li Du suddenly grasped what Hugo had in mind. ”So it’s to compete who shoots farther and whose speed is faster?”

Martin cried out, ”D*mn, don't fall into their trap! He uses a sniper gun, and the range and speed are faster than the crossbow!”