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“…”

Shen Fanxing’s words hit the nail on the head. No one would doubt the weight of her words.

That was because his aura didn’t allow anyone to interfere.

The entire place fell silent as everyone stared at Shen Fanxing, stunned by her words.

Yuan Sichun blinked slowly and suddenly burst into laughter.

She pushed herself up from the seat, swaying.

“Hahahaha… I can’t beat you?”

She clutched her clothes tightly and pointed in the direction of the shooting range. She smiled sarcastically and said,

“Let’s not talk about anything else. Take this one for example. Who do you think you are?”

“Ha…”

This sneer came from Qi Mohan, who had been watching silently.

“You’re the one who thinks too highly of yourself! How can you talk about her for the rest of your life with a record of 9.1 points?”

Bo Jinghang sneered as well.

Although she wasn’t familiar with Shen Fanxing, the numbers 8.8, 7.7 and 6.6 couldn’t have come from a newbie.

Not only was his riding skills superb, but his marksmanship might also exceed their imagination.

Yuan Sichun’s highest record was 9.1 points. From another perspective, it was completely different from 8.8 points, 7.7 points, and 6.6 points.

And now, she was even showing off her 9.1 points. How embarrassing.

Shen Fanxing glanced at the shooting range and smirked coldly.

Yuan Sichun’s eyes were filled with mockery.

“Do you want to compete again?!” She suddenly shouted angrily.

Shen Fanxing sneered and sized her up. “Are you sure you want me to compete with you?”

“That’s enough.” Yuan Sichun’s face was pale and weak, but she was full of confidence.

“But I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

Yuan Sichun gritted her teeth in anger. She picked up the pistol on the table and fired three shots at the target not far away.

Perhaps it was because she had just lost a horse race, or perhaps it was because she had been stabbed by Bo Jinchuan, or perhaps it was because she had gotten used to the feeling, but out of the three shots this time, two of them reached the ninth ring.

8.7 rings, 9.2 rings, 9.6 rings.

Seeing this result, a satisfied smile appeared on Yuan Sichun’s pale face.

“It’s your turn!”

She walked down the platform slowly and walked towards Shen Fanxing with the pistol in her hand. She raised the pistol and handed it to her.

Shen Fanxing glanced at the pistol and didn’t move.

Bo Yuelin, who had been standing silently by the side, narrowed his eyes and looked at Shen Fanxing.

Hearing the news, everyone who was watching the commotion through the steel net stared intently.

“To be able to achieve such results despite his injuries, he’s indeed impressive!”

“But she’s really quite annoying. Does she even know how to compete? If she doesn’t, what’s there to be proud of?”

“But Miss Shen’s words just now were indeed exciting!”

“Don’t you think before you speak? Or did you lose your mind after winning a horse race?”

Faced with Yuan Sichun’s aggressiveness, Shen Fanxing didn’t accept it.

“I’ve said it before, I don’t take advantage of others!”

Yuan Sichun sneered and said, “You’ve already said it. Are you afraid of slapping yourself?”

Bo Jinghang smiled and said, “Why don’t you give it a try, Sister-in-law? Her three shots… Haha, it’s almost the best result she has achieved in her life.”

“Pfft.” Qi Mohan suddenly laughed. “With such results, is this considered good?”

Shen Fanxing looked down at the pistol in Yuan Sichun’s hand and frowned.

She was already ostentatious enough today. She thought that this matter would pass after the shooting competition, but she didn’t expect Yuan Sichun to be so annoying.

She could only blame herself for being so angry just now.

“Why? You don’t dare? Shen Fanxing, if you’re not that capable, don’t say such words. You said that you want to suppress me forever. You…”

“Be careful!!”

The bodyguards surrounding them suddenly shouted and rushed forward to protect the Old Master. Bo Sichen and Lou Ruoyi pressed their bodies down.

Shen Fanxing was pulled into his embrace immediately. She spun around and hid behind the pillar.

She was still in shock when she heard a few gunshots around her.

She even saw a bullet flying past where she was just a moment ago, brushing past Yuan Sichun.

“Ah!!”

Yuan Sichun screamed. Before the bodyguards could protect her, she hugged her head and squatted on the ground.

This was not a mistake on the shooting range. Someone was targeting them.

The scene turned chaotic. Time passed quickly and no one had time to think. Immediately after, there were two more gunshots and Yuan Sichun’s piercing screams.

Yu Song shouted sternly, “Protect her!”

Shen Fanxing lay in Bo Jinchuan’s embrace as her cold eyes scanned the chaotic surroundings. Her face was cold and solemn.

“Don’t move!”

Shen Fanxing was obviously restless and Bo Jinchuan held her waist tightly.

She pursed her lips and turned her head, but the gunshots didn’t stop.

When the old man’s bodyguard was shot, he fell to the ground in pain. When the old man was left standing alone, Shen Fanxing’s eyes narrowed. In her panic, she saw Yuan Sichun squatting on the ground with her head in her hands. Without thinking, she pushed Bo Jinchuan away.

She rushed to Yuan Sichun’s side and snatched the pistol from her!

“What are you doing?!” When Yuan Sichun realized that it was her, her panicked gaze turned into hatred.

Shen Fanxing’s face was cold as she kicked Bo Jinhang, who had kicked her aside. She turned around and stood in front of the old man. She held the pistol with both hands and aimed it at the enemies who had appeared.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

There were a few gunshots, and the interval between each shot was not short, nor was it as fast and even as fast as during the shooting competition. He quickly fired at the enemy!

There was no trace of panic in his posture. His expression was solemn and cold. He used his back to protect the old man behind him.

A few shots were fired, but none missed.

The crossfire lasted for about two minutes. It was short and long, and everyone had already walked through the gates of hell.

When everything calmed down, the other party left and stayed behind.

Not far away, there were five to six people lying on the shooting ground. Three of them had fallen under Shen Fanxing’s gun.