Translator: _Min_
In a shop with no other customers, a back door led directly to a shooting range behind.
The farthest target, although not a thousand meters away, was no less than eight hundred.
âWhat are you doing?â Feng San slapped his hand on the young manâs shoulder, his expression changing. âAre you doubting Brother Nine? Do you have a death wish?â
Didnât he know that Miss Siâs favor was something to be treasured?
That if he angered Brother Nine, he could still seek refuge with Miss Si?
âIâm not doubting!â the young man retorted loudly. âIâm upholding Brother Nineâs honor!â
Feng San was at a loss for words.
He suspected Yu Tang had recommended some bizarre action anime to the lad.
Yu Xiheng finally spoke, his voice cool and detached, âXi Jiang.â
âIâm sorry, Brother Nine,â Xi Jiang immediately knelt on one knee, head bowed.
âI was wrong.â
Yu Xiheng looked up. âYou donât need to stoop to his level.â Xi Jiang was baffled.
Feng San couldnât help but feel a bit of schadenfreude.
âNo, Iâm all set,â Si Fuqing said, her eyes and brows relaxed. âBut whatâs in it for me if I hit the target? If you just tell me to shoot, whereâs my dignity in that?â
Xi Jiang, still kneeling, replied, âIf you hit it, you can have my salary for the month!â
After all, gambling like this was common among the brothers.
He was the gambling king; when had he ever lost?
Hearing this, Si Fuqingâs expression brightened, âDeal.â
Feng San couldnât bear to watch.
Why did the kid have to wager something as sensitive as his salary?
Once Miss Si got serious, it was a bit terrifying.
Sure enough, Si Fuqing began to haggle, âOne shot, one monthâs salary. Then for twelve shots, youâll give me a yearâs salary.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Anyone close to Yu Xiheng surely had some money.
Xi Jiang was stunned, âYou havenât even shot yet, what are you doing!â
Yu Xiheng sipped his tea, smiling slightly in approval, âSounds good.â The other young men, who had fallen from the ceiling like Xi Jiang, looked at each other, bewildered.
When had their lord started participating in such bets?
âIâm starting,â Si Fuqing said and pulled the trigger.
âBang!â
The bullet shot out swiftly. Xi Jiang didnât even blink.
âBang bang bang!â
One shot followed another, almost no interval between them, no pause at all.
Her wrist didnât move, nor was there any sign of nervousness on her face.
Xi Jiangâs expression went from unconcerned to utterly astounded.
Not to mention the accuracy, just the way Si Fuqing held the gun showed she was more than just proficient!
After twelve shots, Si Fuqing twirled the gun, âThe recoil is so light, both the material and craftsmanship are top-notch. Impressive.â
Without Yu Xiheng needing to say, she knew it must be a product of the MO family.
The favor she owed them was enormous; she didnât know how many months of work it would take to repay.
âRemember to give me the salary,â Si Fuqing patted Xi Jiangâs shoulder like an elder brother. âTough luck, working man, youâve worked for nothing this year.â
Xi Jiang came to his senses, face red, âWho knows if you hit them all, itâs not certain yet! â
He immediately went to the back of the range.
Feng San, tactfully, led the other brothers to follow.
Reaching the farthest target, they all fell silent at the sight of the solitary bullet hole at the center.
rlWvelve shots, not a single miss.
Xi Jiang felt as if heâd been struck by lightning, his mind in a daze, âDid⦠Did Did she did she calculate before shooting?!â
Is she a science student?
Feng San remained silent too.
He should have believed Yu Tangâs words; Miss Si was capable of anything.
Xi Jiang turned, his expression rigid, âFeng San, my brother! Can you lend me a hand?â
His yearâs salary was gone; he might as well drink to the northwest wind now.
âI warned you, but you didnât listen, and you even brought up your salary,â Feng San held his sword. âMiss Si is always short on money. Your twelve monthsâ salary couldnât even buy a few gold bricks. Itâs not enough for her.â
Xi Jiang was incredulous, âNot enough with a few bricks? Is she a reincarnated gold-eating beast?â
Feng San shrugged, glancing at the others, âWhereâs Shen Ying?â
âOh, he just picked up a delivery order,â one of them scratched his head. âItâs a long trip, and they offered him an extra 20 for the run. He happily went off.â
Feng San was lost for words.
Being a subordinate of Brother Nine was indeed hard work.
Inside the room.
âKeep it safe,â Yu Xiheng spoke again. âFor self-defense..â