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"Enough! That's enough!" Tang Mo loudly stopped the duelists' deadly intents, clapping his hands to halt the fight, "This is just a game, don't really get angry!"

Tang Mo didn't actually wish for them to fight to a life-and-death conclusion; he was merely looking for a reason to give away the first-generation revolver, which was no longer that important to him.

He walked between Tagg and Wes, tossing the blood-stained revolver to Wes, "It's yours now!"

Wes subconsciously caught the revolver thrown by Tang Mo, and at the instant of catching it, he was ecstatic. He examined the weapon in his hand closely, no longer caring about Tagg, who was rubbing his nose.

"Don't take it too hard, I know you're an officer; leading troops in battle is your forte, a duel is a bit of underusing your abilities," Tang Mo comforted as he looked at Tagg holding his nose.

"I know I lost, when you lose, you lose," said Tagg as he released his nose, and Tang Mo saw it had turned purple and blue.