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He looked at Wu Mingcheng and found that Wu Mingcheng remained calm and composed.

He thought to himself with a sneer, "Still pretending? I'll expose you in a minute."

Seeing this, Duan Hao also assumed that Wu Mingcheng's first two shots were a fluke, and that these next few shots reflected his true skill level.

What he didn't know was that Wu Mingcheng was specifically aiming at the second and third ring positions to lull Zhao Qian into a false sense of security.

Duan Hao was somewhat confused at this point, and couldn't help but ask with some concern,

"Mingcheng, I think we should just give up. If we give you some more time, maybe you'll still have a chance."

But now, the hope is slim. I know Zhao Qian's marksmanship; it's not weak."

Unexpectedly, Wu Mingcheng said calmly,

"Alright, Haozi, don't worry, I'm confident."

Then he started practicing shooting again, firing a burst of bullets at the target.

Undoubtedly, although every shot hit the target, the results were not very good.

However, during this process, no one noticed that Wu Mingcheng's expression grew increasingly calm, as if he wasn't worried about losing at all.

Watching this scene from a short distance away, Zhao Qian was completely relieved to see that Wu Mingcheng's score after several shots was still lower than his score in a single shot.

At this moment, the time was almost up, and Zhao Qian walked towards Wu Mingcheng.

"Well, Young Master Wu, it's about time, shall we begin?"

Zhao Qian looked at Wu Mingcheng with a fake smile, already exuding the air of a victor.

He could almost see Wu Mingcheng yelling that he was a complete idiot after he lost.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration and couldn't wait to begin.

Zhang Haoxuan, still worried, spoke to Wu Mingcheng.

"Mingcheng, why don't we just give up? If you don't agree, Zhao Qian won't dare to make things difficult for us."

Wu Mingcheng shook his head slightly and said,

"Alright, you don't need to worry anymore. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing and I'll handle it."

Hearing Wu Mingcheng's words, Duan Hao and the other two, though unsure of themselves, still retreated behind him.

Meanwhile, more and more second-generation rich kids were gathering inside the club to watch the spectacle.

Some of them even came specifically after hearing the news.

The onlookers were eager to witness the showdown between the two crown princes of the capital, Zhao Qian and Wu Mingcheng.

Seeing that Wu Mingcheng and Zhao Qian had come together again, they knew that the crucial moment had arrived, and they all crowded around them once more.

Chapter 118 Dare to Play with Guns with Me?

At this moment, Wu Mingcheng looked at Zhao Qian and said...

"Hey, Young Master Zhao, what's wrong? You're so eager to get started?"

If you lose, you'll really lose face today. How will you ever be able to face people in Beijing's social circles again?

Upon hearing Wu Mingcheng's words, Zhao Qian noticed that Wu Mingcheng remained completely calm and appeared confident.

This made Zhao Qian feel that something was amiss; Wu Mingcheng's demeanor was far too calm.

But then he thought again and realized that Wu Mingcheng was just being deliberately mysterious.

At the same time, Wu Mingcheng's words also made Zhao Qian very angry.

Zhao Qian sneered and said,

"Heh heh, you want me to lose? I'm afraid you, Wu Mingcheng, don't have the ability. In the end, it's still uncertain who will emerge victorious."

Besides, your good brother can't even keep a woman; I snatched her away. That shows he's not very capable.

I want to see what kind of person he can turn you into in just one hour.

Wu Mingcheng then mocked,

"It seems that Young Master Zhao hasn't been doing anything lately but honing his verbal skills."

Then, he brandished the gun in his hand and said,

"Let's see the final result. Stop wasting my time. My time is precious, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qian's face immediately darkened, and he said...

"Okay, let's see the final result. Hopefully, you'll still be smiling later."

Then, he gave instructions to the staff member next to him.

"Prepare a brand new venue, set up a 50-meter fixed target, two Type 92 pistols, and ten bullets for each person,"

Upon hearing the boss's instructions, the staff member immediately agreed.

"Yes, Young Master Zhao,"

Three or four minutes later, a staff member came over and said,

"Young Master Zhao, everything is ready."

Zhao Qian then spoke to Wu Mingcheng,

"Young Master Wu, let's move to the new venue,"

So, Wu Mingcheng and Zhao Qian's two groups, along with the second-generation rich kids watching from inside the club, set off for the new venue.

Upon arriving at the new venue, Zhao Qian took the initiative to ask,

"Who should go first, the two of us?"

Wu Mingcheng looked at him and smiled, then said,

"Since this is your home turf, Young Master Zhao, it's only natural that the host should arrive first."

Zhao Qian was already getting anxious. Hearing Wu Mingcheng tell him to go first suited him perfectly.

He thought to himself, "Let me go first. I'll make you cower in fear and never be able to turn things around."

He said with a smile,

"Then I'll go first, I can't wait!"

Duan Hao then gave a cold laugh and deliberately said,

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry? Is Young Master Zhao so eager to acknowledge Big Idiot?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Haoxuan and Lu Sheng, who were standing nearby, burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahaha,"

Zhao Qian did not respond at this moment, but his companion spoke up.

"We'll see how it goes in the end; don't say things like that too early."

At this moment, Zhao Qian spoke up.

"Then, Young Master Wu, I'll begin."

He had barely finished speaking when he raised his gun and began to aim.

With a loud bang, Zhao Qian pulled the trigger without hesitation.

His marksmanship was indeed excellent; he achieved a very good score on his very first shot.

After firing, he picked up his binoculars, glanced at the target, and nodded in satisfaction.

Duan Hao and the others also picked up their binoculars to investigate, their faces immediately turning grim.

The onlookers were very curious about Zhao Qian's first shot and waited for the target caller's report.

Soon, the target reporter said in a deep voice,

"First shot, bullseye!"

As soon as the sound was made, the people around began to whisper and murmur among themselves.

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"Zhao Qian's marksmanship is indeed impressive."

"Yes, it was a perfect start, a full sweep."

"Can Wu Mingcheng still win?"

"It's hard to say. It's Wu Mingcheng's first time handling a gun; his chances aren't very high."

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At this moment, Zhao Qian, standing at the firing window, had a hint of disdain and smugness in his eyes.

He turned around and glanced at Wu Mingcheng, but Wu Mingcheng sat there without even looking at him.

He was genuinely disappointed not to see Wu Mingcheng display an expression of astonishment.

At that moment, he thought to himself, "You dare to compete with me in marksmanship? When I was playing with guns, you were probably still playing in the mud in the field."

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