While speaking, his thin, bird-claw-like hand actually grabbed the bow arm and planned to open the bow. Princess Afafu looked at his movements and couldn't help but frown together, and the expression surged on her face seemed to be worried for him.

Zhao Fubo looked at the expression on her face and looked at the people around him. He and his men had already known the result of this, because Rambo didn't need much effort to fold the bow and open the bow. Otherwise, the teacher said that it was the crystallization of the development of materials science and mechanics after 800 years.

"quack……"

As the bowstring was pulled a little, the madman Iva widened his eyes and even his mouth seemed to be helping. However, disappointingly, he tried it and then let go of the bowstring again.

The Bag people around, led by the great prince Oduraho, seemed to have some gloating in their eyes. This incident did not affect the smile on Zhao Fubo's face, nor did it affect the madman Iva whose legs and feet were still tied to the chair.

"Let him go!"

Zhao Fubo asked the Aimin brother to remove all his restraints, which brought the gratitude of the madman Iva. Although he could feel that the bow was not too hard to open, it was still a challenge for him. With his love for science, he stood up and moved his waist and legs, and then looked like he wanted to try again.

“Ga…”

This time, it seemed that the bow was spiritual. It only made a low sound, and then it opened on his thin, weak arm.

At this moment, all the people, all who believed in Allah, opened their mouths without realizing it. The bow opened wider and wider in the hands of the madman Iva, and even gave people the feeling that he was getting more and more relaxed. A smile flashed across the corner of the madman Iva's mouth, and as the bow was pulled open, the smile on his face became stronger and stronger.

The final ending is strange. After letting go of the bowstring, the madman Yiva raised his eyes that flashed with wisdom and looked at Zhao Fubo.

"Young man, this bow cannot be designed by you! Can you tell me who made it?"

Zhao Fubo was quite satisfied with this result. He seemed to have known the ending for a long time, so the smile on his face had never changed.

"Of course it's not me, it was designed by my teacher Martin. In addition to the Rambo folding bow, the rifle in my hand also came from his hands!"

The madman Iva expressed satisfaction with Zhao Fubo's failure to hide it. He turned his head and nodded at Director Assad.

"Old friend, I'm afraid I'll say goodbye from today. Let you move my book, and I'll go to him too! Young man, I guess what you just did is the purpose, and the rifle in your hand... this... is not the magic powder of the Oriental people!"

A scholar naturally has a keen observation ability. Although most of them are not ordinary, they will naturally devote a lot of effort to their fanatical research. Just like the madman Iva in front of him, he smelled it with just one shot from Zhao Fubo, which was definitely not the burning smell of gunpowder.

"Welcome to us, there will be no religious madman when we study these things, and if you arrive there, you will not be considered a madman."

The madman Iva looked at Zhao Fubo with a little enthusiasm.

"You guys... I really didn't expect that there was such a place in the world!"

Zhao Fubo just curled his lips and snorted coldly when he spoke.
Chapter completed!