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Wu Mingcheng gently placed his finger on the trigger, aligning the three points perfectly. The bullseye appeared infinitely larger in Wu Mingcheng's eyes.

It was at this moment that he decisively pulled the trigger.

Soon, the target reporter on the other side hurriedly looked at the target paper to check Wu Mingcheng's score.

After checking several times, the target reporter finally announced loudly,

"Fourth shot, bullseye!"

Upon hearing Wu Mingcheng's results, everyone present was astonished.

Zhao Qian immediately became restless. He had thought that the outcome would be decided after this gunfight, but he hadn't expected such a scene.

He shouted again at the target reporter.

Are you sure it's a bullseye? There was no error message.

The target reporter can only report the facts.

"Young Master Zhao, there's definitely no problem. We've checked it multiple times; it really is a ten-ring."

After receiving confirmation from the target reporter, Zhao Qian had no choice but to accept the result.

At that moment, for some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Duan Hao and the others looked at Wu Mingcheng with surprise and delight. They never expected that Wu Mingcheng could achieve a perfect score.

Zhang Haoxuan said,

"Mingcheng, you're amazing!"

Lu Sheng also offered encouragement.

"Keep going, I believe in you!"

Wu Mingcheng turned his head, smiled at Zhao Qian, and said,

"Young Master Zhao, you asked me a question just now, and now I'll ask you one too. Shall we continue?"

I'll give you a chance. If you admit defeat now, I might consider letting you off the hook."

Zhao Qian's face turned ashen as he said,

"Hmph, Wu Mingcheng, don't be too happy yet. There are still six shots left. I don't believe you can get perfect scores every time."

Wu Mingcheng shrugged, "I gave you a chance, but you were useless." Then he raised his pistol, turned around, and said to Zhao Qian, "..."

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it,"

After saying that, he turned his head, aimed at the bullseye, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

With a loud bang, Wu Mingcheng fired the gun. Afterward, he deliberately raised the muzzle and blew a breath towards it.

Immediately afterwards, the target reporter's voice came through.

"Fifth shot, bullseye!"

Duan Hao and his group were naturally extremely excited upon hearing this voice, their faces beaming with joy.

Zhao Qian's smile faded slightly, his brows furrowed, and he appeared somewhat surprised.

Could Wu Mingcheng really score six perfect rings? He still couldn't quite believe it.

Wu Mingcheng turned around, smiled slightly at Zhao Qian, and decided to end the battle quickly.

Without saying a word, he continued firing.

All that could be heard was the target reporter shouting,

"Sixth shot, bullseye!"

"Seventh shot, bullseye,"

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When it was Wu Mingcheng's turn to fire his final shot, Zhao Qian sat there expressionless, coldly watching Wu Mingcheng continue firing.

Now he understood. Wu Mingcheng's clumsy marksmanship before was all an act, a ploy to create the illusion that he couldn't shoot, in order to better outmaneuver him.

Wu Mingcheng smiled slightly, calmed himself, and raised his pistol again.

He decisively aimed at the bullseye, then pulled the trigger, followed by a loud bang.

As soon as the gunshots stopped, Zhao Qian's attendant quickly grabbed his binoculars and looked inside.

Then, he said to Zhao Qian in a trembling voice,

"Young Master Zhao, it really is a ten-ring,"

At that moment, the voice of the target scout, number 467, rang out.

"Tenth shot, bullseye!"

These two voices echoed in Zhao Qian's mind like a death knell.

At this moment, Zhao Qian's face grew increasingly gloomy and extremely ugly.

In contrast, Duan Hao, Zhang Haoxuan, and the other two, who had been listless before, immediately became excited.

I thought we had no chance of winning, but we actually won, and won so beautifully!

The three of them immediately went to Wu Mingcheng's side and said excitedly,

"Wow, Mingcheng, so it turns out you were just pretending to be weak to fool everyone!"

"Your marksmanship is comparable to that of a top marksman in the military,"

"This time, Zhao Qian was completely dumbfounded."

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Wu Mingcheng smiled at them and said,

"Hey, don't get the wrong idea. I never said my marksmanship was bad."

Duan Hao and the other two burst into laughter upon hearing Wu Mingcheng's words.

"Hahahahahahaha,"

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Upon hearing this result, the surrounding crowd erupted in cheers.

"Wow, Wu Mingcheng's marksmanship is amazing!"

"Absolutely! He's a sharpshooter!"

"Before that..."

"What do you know? Isn't this just setting a trap for Zhao Qian?"

"It seems Wu Mingcheng is going to avenge his good brother?"

"Don't you even look at the other three princes in the capital? Which one of them can defeat Wu Mingcheng?"

"Zhao Qian is in big trouble now,"

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After he finished speaking, everyone watching turned their attention to Zhao Qian, who was sitting not far away.

At this moment, Zhao Qian's eyes were red, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of his chest.

The moment Wu Mingcheng fired his gun, the sound was so deafening, it felt as if his heart had been shattered.

He lay there limp, his face ashen, his mind blank, completely at a loss for what to do.

He knew that everyone in the club was watching him, eager to see him make a fool of himself.

He, Zhao Qian (467), is the eldest son and grandson of the Zhao family in Beijing, a favored son of heaven, and the son of the top official of the Beijing Military Region.

Wherever he goes, he's always fawned over; in any situation, he's the center of attention.

He, who is usually surrounded by halos, was once again surrounded by halos today, becoming the focus of the entire event.

But today's aura is different; he is not enveloped by the glory of the Zhao family, one of the four great families of the capital.

It wasn't the glory that his status and position brought him, but rather the resentment and humiliation he felt.

At this moment, Zhao Qian was furious. He stared intently at Wu Mingcheng and said, word by word,

"Wu Mingcheng, was everything you did before just an act?"

Wu Mingcheng smiled slightly at this moment; he intended to toy with Zhao Qian in this way.

He said,

"Hahahaha, Young Master Zhao, would you believe me if I said no?"

Today, Zhao Qian suffered a crushing defeat and is destined to become the biggest joke of the entire event.

At this moment, Wu Mingcheng put down his gun, walked up to Zhao Qian, and said in a calm tone,

"Young Master Zhao, the outcome is obvious. A bet is a bet, so let's now watch Young Master Zhao showcase his skills and provide us with today's entertainment."

At this moment, everyone in the club was looking at Zhao Qian with amusement.

Zhao Qian remained silent, his face grim, but his entire body was trembling.