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"Zhao Qian, don't be so arrogant. The outcome is still uncertain. I've put up with you for a long time. If you're so capable, then compete with me."

Zhao Qian looked at Duan Hao and said disdainfully,

"What kind of bet is this with you, Wu Shao? Besides, Duan Hao, are you even worthy of me? You can't even beat me to a woman,"

Then, he put his arm around the woman next to him and burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahaha,"

Duan Hao glared angrily at the arrogant Zhao Qian, his emotions running high.

Just as he was about to make a move, Wu Mingcheng stepped in front of Duan Hao and said,

"Since you consider me your brother, leave this matter to me. You've never seen me do anything without certainty, so you can rest assured."

Duan Hao listened to Wu Mingcheng's words, nodded silently, and said nothing more.

"Mingcheng, now that you've made up your mind, I believe you."

At this moment, he had made up his mind that if Wu Mingcheng lost, he would not allow Wu Mingcheng to be humiliated and would absolutely protect Wu Mingcheng.

He was genuinely furious; this Zhao fellow had really gone too far.

You can mess with me, I can tolerate that, but if you mess with my brother, that's absolutely unacceptable.

Duan Hao's ability to think so deeply stemmed from his subconscious belief that Wu Mingcheng's chances of winning were not very high.

Wu Mingcheng became more cautious at this moment. Zhao Qian dared to challenge him to a marksmanship contest, which clearly indicated that he had what he considered absolute confidence—that he was certain he could win.

Wu Mingcheng dared to make such a big bet, so he naturally had his own trump cards.

That's right, he relied on the entry-level firearms proficiency skill rewarded by the system.

Just then, Wu Mingcheng, to be on the safe side, said again,

"Zhao Qian, you have to accept the consequences of your bet. Don't you dare try to play the sore loser later."

Zhao Qian thought to himself, "Shouldn't I be the one saying this to you?"

He said confidently,

"Young Master Wu, don't worry. With so many people here as witnesses, I, Zhao Qian, am not the kind of person who can't take a joke."

At this moment, Zhao Qian spoke to Wu Mingcheng,

"Young Master Wu, don't say I, Zhao Qian, am bullying you. I'll give you an hour to prepare."

"Our betting begins in an hour. You can choose any pistols, rifles, or submachine guns you want."

Wu Mingcheng said calmly,

"Alright, let's keep it simple then. We'll use the Type 92 pistol, a shooting distance of fifty meters, and ten bullets to decide the winner."

Upon hearing Wu Mingcheng's words, Zhao Qian couldn't help but chuckle, but he refrained from further provocation.

The main problem is that he always ends up getting the short end of the stick in front of Wu Mingcheng, which has made him a bit paranoid now.

He said,

"Okay, let's do it your way, Young Master Wu."

Wu Mingcheng then went to the shooting window on his own, picked up his pistol,

"Alright, Young Master Zhao, see you again in an hour."

Seeing this, Zhao Qian led his group away, arriving at another location not far from them.

Zhao Qian also came to the shooting window, and the person next to him handed him a Type 92 pistol.

The man said with a smile.

"Young Master Zhao, it seems they also know that time is too short. They might be able to use pistols, but with rifles, there's simply not enough time."

Another person spoke up as well.

"...Even using a pistol wouldn't be fast enough. I don't believe Duan Hao and his team could improve Wu Mingcheng's score from three rings to ten rings in just one hour. Young Master Zhao, we've got this in the bag."

Zhao Qian picked up his gun, glanced disdainfully at Wu Mingcheng not far away, and revealed a contemptuous smile.

You dare to play with a pistol by yourself? Aren't you just asking for trouble?

With a click, Zhao Qian chambered the bullet.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,"

Then, he quickly fired several shots at the distant target, the sound of which made the ears of those nearby ring.

The person next to him picked up his binoculars, looked at the target fifty meters away, and nodded.

He said in a flattering tone,

"Young Master Zhao, you're still amazing! One shot, ten rings; five shots, nine rings; four shots, eight rings; a total of eighty-seven rings!"

Zhao Qian also took the binoculars and looked at (Ma Li's) target position, a hint of pride in his eyes.

He felt victory was assured, and the thought of Wu Mingcheng calling him a "big idiot" made him chuckle to himself.

On Wu Mingcheng's side, Duan Hao and his two companions felt the situation was not optimistic.

Duan Hao and the others standing nearby offered words of reassurance.

"It's alright, Mingcheng, losing is losing, it doesn't matter, don't be nervous."

Wu Mingcheng smiled at them, picked up his gun, held his breath, calmed himself, aimed at the bullseye, and fired a shot at the distant target.

Duan Hao, standing nearby, raised his binoculars and glanced at the target score; it was over eight rings.

His hope was instantly rekindled; he expected that Wu Mingcheng might have some strong shooting talent, then perhaps they still had a chance to win.

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Zhao Qian's companion, who was not far away, saw Wu Mingcheng fire again and quickly picked up his binoculars to look.

He wanted to know if Wu Mingcheng had the ability to turn the tide, and to his surprise, Wu Mingcheng scored eight rings.

He quickly spoke to Zhao Qian, who was standing beside him.

"Young Master Zhao, Wu Mingcheng hit the bullseye with that shot,"

Another person nearby chuckled and said,

"He must have guessed. How could he improve so quickly on his first time handling a gun?"

At this moment, Lu Sheng spoke up again, giving Wu Mingcheng detailed instructions on how to aim accurately and how to reduce recoil, among other things.

Wu Mingcheng closed his eyes at this moment, listening to Lu Sheng's words beside him.

He was reflecting on the entire process of firing the gun, considering where he had fallen short and caused the shot to miss.

Suddenly, Wu Mingcheng opened his eyes, his gaze unusually sharp.

He raised his gun again, aimed at the bullseye, and fired.

Duan Hao quickly raised his binoculars and was immediately shocked by Wu Mingcheng's shot—a ten-ring!

He stared in disbelief at Wu Mingcheng beside him. Wu Mingcheng had just scored an eight-ring, and now he'd scored a ten-ring—it was even more terrifying!

Suddenly, Duan Hao felt that his side actually had a pretty good chance of winning.

Of course, Zhao Qian and his group, who were not far away, were also shocked. They were speechless with astonishment when they saw Wu Mingcheng score a perfect ten on his second attempt.

One of the people next to Zhao Qian even specifically reminded him,

"Young Master Zhao, Wu Mingcheng scored a perfect ten this time,"

Zhao Qian turned around and glared at him, saying bluntly,

"I'm not blind, I can see damn well, you don't need to remind me."

Zhao Qian was shocked. He immediately felt a pang of panic.

The first eight-ring shot might have been a fluke, but the second ten-ring shot couldn't have been a fluke either, could it?

Could Wu Mingcheng really be a shooting genius? Why is it that nothing good ever comes of me whenever I run into Wu Mingcheng?

Just as Wu Mingcheng was about to fire again, he suddenly hesitated for a moment.

At that moment, he realized that if he acted too powerfully, wouldn't that arouse Zhao Qian's suspicion?

He wanted to feign weakness, making Zhao Qian believe he had no chance of winning, thus causing Zhao Qian to underestimate him, so that he could deliver a fatal blow.

At that moment, he deliberately aimed at the second ring above the bullseye and fired a shot.

At this moment, Zhao Qian and his group were watching Wu Mingcheng's shot from not far away.

They wanted to see if Wu Mingcheng was truly gifted or just lucky.

After Wu Mingcheng fired, Zhao Qian quickly picked up his binoculars and looked at the target.

Seeing that Wu Mingcheng had only scored two points this time, he continued watching.

Wu Mingcheng fired several more shots, mostly hitting the bullseye or ring, with the best being a five-ring.

Zhao Qian was immediately relieved. Where did all these exceptionally talented sharpshooters come from?

Little did Zhao Qian know that this was exactly what Wu Mingcheng wanted, and it aroused Zhao Qian's underestimation of his opponent.

Zhao Qian believed he had nothing to worry about; he was certain to win this competition.