A bang rang out, and the second bullet flew from the chamber.

Seeing Xu Fan's serious expression, Xiao Lan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The first shot missing was understandable, but this second shot, how should one put it, it should at least hit within the rings, right?

"Hahaha!"

A few seconds later, upon hearing Zhou Jianjun and He Shaofeng's loud laughter, Xiao Lan looked forward and saw the new bullet hole on the target, her face turning white in an instant...

This shot was no different from the first...

Xu Fan had again hit the blank space on the edge of the target.

"This..."

Feeling the mocking gaze from Zhou Jianjun, Xiao Lan felt a burning sensation on her face.

This guy, didn't he say he knew how to handle guns...

Why miss over and over again.

"Xu Fan, maybe we should just go..."

If another shot missed, Lingyan Pavilion's face would be completely lost. Xiao Lan really didn't want to see that happen, and she was ready to pull Xu Fan away and flee.

"Sister Lan, there's still one bullet left, what's the rush?"

After missing two shots, there was no hint of embarrassment on Xu Fan's face; in fact, he seemed quite pleased with his own spearmanship.

Zhou Jianjun, watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh.

"Pfft, so Lingyan Pavilion's Pavilion Master is required to have a thick skin, huh?"

"Xu Fan, where did you learn to shoot like that?"

"With such a result, if your master knew about it, they'd probably die of anger..."

Zhou Jianjun did not hold back and began to provoke openly.

With his own score of three consecutive shots hitting the bullseye, even if he belittled Xu Fan for not knowing how to shoot, he had the right to.

Zhou Jianjun suddenly began to doubt whether Xiao Lan had lost her mind, to actually choose such an idiot to be the leader.

"Xu Fan, I think you better not take that last shot,"

"Don't you find it embarrassing?"

Watching Xu Fan lift the gun, preparing to take the last shot, He Shaofeng sneered.

At that moment, his face was filled with smug satisfaction.

This guy's shooting was truly disgraceful.

"Shut up."

He Shaofeng wanted to keep talking, but Xu Fan cut him off with a simple "shut up," ignoring him completely.

His gaze, the sights, and the bullseye, all lined up in an instant. Xu Fan pulled the trigger.

A bang rang out, and the final shot was fired.

"Oh? Some improvement, huh?"

This last shot finally hit the bullseye, scoring a perfect hundred.

Zhou Jianjun's mouth twisted into a wry smile as he offered his praise, while Xiao Lan still had a look of dejection on her face.

So what if it was a perfect score?

Even if this last shot was a bullseye, it couldn't cover up the fact that Xu Fan had missed two shots in a row.

The mocking laughter of He Shaofeng and Zhou Jianjun continued, but for some reason, Xu Fan seemed completely indifferent.

He pressed a switch, and the distant target moved towards them.

After removing the target paper he just shot, Xu Fan walked expressionlessly to a storage area to place it down.

"This..."

Zhou Jianjun wanted to tell Xu Fan to just discard the target paper, as such a score was too embarrassing.

However, the scene before him left him so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Even thinking about Xu Fan's terrifying marksmanship made his scalp tingle.

It was evident that, with the target paper Xu Fan was holding, the two bullet holes that went through were neither high nor low, but had pierced straight through the iron bar fixed on the wall, hanging the paper upon it.

The two shots Xu Fan had just fired were not mistakes at all.

His intention was simply to make two holes so that he could conveniently hang the target paper on the wall during this time.

With no markings on the blank space, to consecutively shoot two shots, hitting exactly at the distance of the fixings and forming a straight line, was a task simply impossible with the naked eye!

At least, Zhou Jianjun had seen countless sharpshooters, and not one of them dared to claim they could make such precise bullet holes.

"This guy..."

Zhou Jianjun, grimacing, realized he could no longer force a laugh.

"What? Why aren't you laughing anymore?"

After hanging up the targeted paper, Xu Fan looked at the two men indifferently.

"Weren't the two of you laughing quite loudly just now?"

"I quite like hearing your laughter, why don't you continue?"

"..."

He Shaofeng felt as though Xu Fan had just slapped him across the face, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

With such divine marksmanship, what right did he have to mock...

Xu Fan looked calmly at the two men who could no longer speak, took a few steps forward, weighed the gun in his hand, and said, "Guns are not meant for shooting targets."

"You should know, when put to real use, people won't have targets marked on their bodies for you."

"What defines a sharpshooter? It's not about hitting a sequence of perfect scores."

"To hit wherever you aim, precisely striking the position you need to hit, that's just the bare minimum of getting started."

For both police and soldiers, a gun in hand is not merely for killing.

Saving lives, restricting a target's movements to capture them alive, a myriad of mission requirements demand that a gunman hit exactly where ordered by their superiors.

Zhou Jianjun's ability to hit stationary targets was indeed good, but let him face a seasoned mercenary, Xu Fan would dare say, even if he was armed, he might not be able to kill his opponent.

Not to mention objectives that have much stricter requirements like capturing a live target.

Now, putting down his gun, Xu Fan looked at Zhou Jianjun and said with a smile, "Young Master Zhou, if this was a competition about hitting dead targets, then you can consider me defeated."

"But do you have the face for it?"

"..."

Zhou Jianjun hung his head low, his clenched fists almost crushing the bones.

The humiliation he had suffered earlier, Xu Fan had now thrown it back in his face twofold.

Not only had his attempt to intimidate failed, but he had also been taught a lesson by his opponent.

For him, it was an unbearable disgrace!

"Pfft."

At this moment, Xiao Lan could no longer hold it in and burst out laughing.

Thinking about it, she had been overly worried.

Xu Fan's marksmanship was obviously superior to the other two, who were now alternating between pallor and flushing, looking utterly humiliated.

Xiao Lan narrowed her eyes and said, "Alright, Young Master Zhou comes from a different world than ours after all."

"Being able to hit a stationary target is already enough, and it's sufficient for impressing girls and showing off, isn't it?"

Having been disrespected by Zhou Jianjun earlier when he was insistent on making things difficult for Xu Fan, Xiao Lan was now clearly confronting him head-on.

If he didn't give her face, why should she back down?

"You!"

Seeing Zhou Jianjun glaring at her, Xiao Lan smiled and said, "Young Master Zhou, wasn't it agreed that we're just playing around?"

"From the look on your face, why are you getting angry?"

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