Feng He tossed the rifle onto the table and let out a sigh.
'Over by another thirty seconds. How am I ever going to finish this in under a minute?'
She sat on a chair behind her, watching the other four assemble their rifles. Jiang Lusheng stood beside her, keeping an eye on her from the corner of his vision.
He saw that Feng He wasn't disheartened. Instead, she was propping her head on her hand and carefully observing the others' movements.
Following her gaze, he saw Mo Xuan standing before a table, staring intently at the laser rifle in front of him.
Shi Feng, holding a timer, was watching him with an equally serious expression. "Ready?"
Mo Xuan gave a firm nod. Shi Feng began the countdown, "Three, two, one... start!"
As Shi Feng shouted "start," the timer began to run.
The moment "start" was called, Mo Xuan had already snatched up the laser rifle and begun disassembling it. Both of them wore dead-serious expressions.
