Fu Zhi stared at the parts of the rifle on the table for a long while without moving.
Sensing her hesitance, Ouyang Ya gave her a scornful smirk. The cadets around also put their heads together and began to mock her.
"There's no way she could assemble the rifle designed by Ms. Ouyang Ya without knowing its principles. I bet she couldn't even remember what a 658 rifle looks like, and she's still talking out of turn here."
"That's right. She's an outsider. Not only is the 658 rifle lethal, but it's also the greatest creation made by the most talented person in the Ouyang Family!"
"Ms. Ouyang Ya has designed more than 20 firearms in just 5 years. She's very talented. It's such a pity that she's adopted…"
