Ning Jie stretched his back, smiled, and said, "There's no need for you to look at me like that. What's the use of being able to fight?"
"Putting everything else aside, Dalong, Fatty, Monk—you might be able to take ten or eight men, but can you guarantee you'll be carrying weapons on you every single day?"
"Even if you carry them every day, what happens when someone shoots you from the blind spot? Can you block a bullet?"
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