Ning Zimo had a helpless look on her face as she said, "Young Master Fu, I'm not a prize. Whoever wins will be rewarded. What does this have to do with spear skills?"
When Fu Peng heard this, he also felt that his words weren't quite right. He hurriedly explained, "Miss Ning, that's not what I meant. I just feel that I should have a chance to fight for you!
As the saying goes, without comparison, how can there be a high or low level? I can't lose without knowing why!
Ye Fan was not interested at all, and said, "Forget it, I don't want to compete."
"You don't know how to use a gun?" Fu Peng frowned, "Miss Ning's marksmanship is very accurate, how could she fall for a man who doesn't know how to use a gun?"
"I will, but there's no need for me to compete, right?" Ye Fan felt a little annoyed.
Fu Peng said, "Since that's the case, then compete with me. If you're a man, then don't be so wishy-washy.
If I win, you have to leave Miss Ning. If I lose, I will never pursue Miss Ning again! "How about it?"
Ning Zimo said unhappily, "Young Master Fu, you have no right to interfere with my feelings!"
However, a trace of ridicule flashed across Ye Fan's eyes. He stretched out his hand, telling the woman not to speak. "A contest between men? Interesting... Although I'm not interested in the competition, in order to prove who's more manly, I'll play with you.
Ye Fan felt that if he continued to cower, he would seem too spineless. Especially in front of his own woman, it was necessary to properly display his dominance.
Song Xinghe and Lu Jing'er both had playful looks in their eyes. They both knew about Fu Peng's marksmanship. As the founder of the club, he was naturally quite good at shooting. Compared to some special forces soldiers, he was not inferior at all.
"Ye Fan, you really dare to gamble. If you lose later, how embarrassed would Boss Ning be?" Lu Jing'er sneered.
Ye Fan turned around and glanced at her, "Who can say what will happen next?" Didn't you also want to see a joke last time, and in the end, you became a joke yourself?
"Lu Jing'er's expression turned ugly. She snorted lightly, and a trace of resentment flashed across her eyes.
The matter of losing the cooperation with the LD Group made her unable to raise her head in the Lu family. She was unwilling to go home for several days.
Ye Fan smiled at Ning Zimo, "Ning'er, don't worry. I usually won't lose."
Ning Zimo couldn't do anything about men, but she also knew that although Ye Fan seemed casual, he wouldn't do anything that he wasn't confident in, so she didn't say anything more.
They went to the shooting range together.
"Smith & Wesson III, 0.45 caliber pistol, 10 bullets per person, shooting from 50 meters away, whoever has the highest total score wins," Fu Peng announced the rules confidently.
Ye Fan picked up the pistol and weighed it in his hand. It was really from the original factory and not a fake. This club was indeed not simple.
"No problem. Who's first?"
Fu Peng said, "Tell me, I can do anything."
Ye Fan shrugged, "Then I think you should fight first and observe."
Fu Peng smiled disdainfully. He didn't care at all. He picked up the gun, loaded the bullets, opened the safety, and started shooting at a circular target 50 meters away.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
Fu Peng held the gun with both hands. His posture was very standard, and his shooting frequency was also just right. It was obvious that he practiced regularly.
After ten rounds, the electronic measuring system directly showed the score on a screen above the shooting range.
"Eighty-seven rings!"
Fu Peng shouted happily and put down his gun, "How unfortunate, you met me today. I'm in a good state, and this is already close to my highest score. If you give up, I understand."
Eighty-seven rings basically meant that every bullet he fired, at a distance of 50 meters, could hit an area the size of a palm every time.
This was very difficult for ordinary people to do. After all, the reaction force of a real gun was very strong, not to mention it was a large caliber.
Her marksmanship was not bad in the club, but a result of more than 80 rings was also very rare. She couldn't help but worry about whether or not Ye Fan could beat Fu Peng.
Ye Fan didn't say anything, he slowly picked up the gun and loaded the bullets one by one.
He had thought that Fu Peng's skill level was very high, but in the end, he only managed to hit around 80 rings. He felt that if he were to achieve an outrageous result, these people would definitely suspect what he did in the past.
Thinking of this, Ye Fan felt that he just needed to fight...
Raise your gun and shoot.
"Bang, bang, bang …"
Ye Fan also held the gun with both hands, as if he was imitating Fu Peng. But in reality, Ye Fan's eyes weren't focused, because at this distance, he knew how to hit the target even with his eyes closed.
After ten rounds, Fu Peng quickly pressed the tally button.
"Eighty..." Eight!? "Fu Peng gnashed his teeth as he read the number, unable to believe his eyes. leaf
Fan Xian grinned, "I'm sorry, I barely beat you by one ring."
"You …" You're so lucky! "Fu Peng cursed.
Ye Fan clicked his tongue, "Could it be that you want to deny it?"
Fu Peng had an unwilling look on his face, but he couldn't refute, so he could only say, "Let's compete again, two out of three!"
Ye Fan waved his hand, "We agreed to decide the winner in one round, but you changed the rules again. I won't play with people who don't keep their word."
"You …" When Fu Peng thought about how he wouldn't be able to chase after Ning Zimo in the future, his face was filled with reluctance.
Lu Jing Er, who was at the side, looked at Song Xinghe, rolled her eyes and said, "How about this, as a good friend, our family's Xinghe will compete in place of Fu Peng. If Xinghe wins against you, then the bet just now will be canceled and nothing will happen."
As she spoke, she even reached out to caress Song Xinghe and said in a tender voice, "Xinghe, you have to help Fu Peng. He lost too unjustly."
Song Xinghe was dissatisfied with Lu Jing Er's decision, but he didn't show it.
Hearing that, Fu Peng quickly clapped his hands and said, "This suggestion is good! Ye Fan, if you don't compete with me, do you dare to compete with Boss Song? "
"Are you done yet? You still want to compete? "Ye Fan sighed and said," What's more, this competition won't do me any good. "
Song Xinghe narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and said, "How about this, if I win, Ye Fan, the result of your match with Fu Peng will be canceled.
If I lose, I will give you one million. This one million can be considered a small gift from me to Fu Peng as a friend. "
Fu Peng laughed and patted Song Xinghe's shoulder, "Old Song, you're really interesting! It's settled then! "
Ye Fan couldn't help but feel that it was strange, this Song Xinghe really wanted to compete with him?
"You have to be careful, Boss Song's marksmanship is one of the best in the club, and he often scores above 90." Ning Zimo reminded him from the side.
Ye Fan didn't care about this and said, "Since you're so sincere, then I'll compete again."
After reloading the bullets, Song Xinghe picked up the gun, held it in one hand, and calmly began to shoot.
After ten crisp gunshots, Song Xinghe walked away without even looking at them.
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