Three shots of baijiu in a glass, Liang Dong tilted his head back and downed them, and he seemed fine afterward. Gao Yang and Fruit Juice weren't as smooth as Liang Dong.
After gulping down a glass of baijiu, Liang Dong refilled it and nodded at Gao Yang, saying, "Great gunmanship, earlier I was wondering, but now I'm not surprised."
Gao Yang smiled and said, "You must be quite good too."
People speak frankly; by shaking hands, Liang Dong knew Gao Yang was familiar with handling guns. Conversely, Gao Yang could also tell Liang Dong was accustomed to handling guns.
Liang Dong waved his hand and said emotionally, "No way, I'm far behind you. I developed my skills from handling spatulas, not guns. I'm not accurate with handguns, far behind you, way far."
Gao Yang chuckled, "I heard you served in the army for eight years. You must not have been in a confidential unit, otherwise, you wouldn't be able to come to America now."
