Chapter 156: Max-level Big Shot Qin Jiang, Ten Rings?

Jiang Heng swallowed and also chose a rifle.

Although he was a retired special forces soldier, his mastery of rifles wasn’t particularly great.

He was mainly a close-quarters brawler, so of course his gun handling was better than ordinary people, but for some reason… the more he looked at Qin Jiang, the less he seemed like an ordinary college student.

“Hm, let’s start.”

Qin Jiang raised the rifle with the same slightly unskilled motions, but this time no one dared to mock him.

Come on, this guy just looked like a max-level big shot intentionally wandering into a noob village.

No one dared to casually point fingers at Qin Jiang anymore.

But only Qin Jiang himself knew he really wasn’t that familiar with the thing.

Yanyan had indeed specially set up a practice shooting range for him at Liangyue Manor.

But he still hadn’t really handled a rifle much.

And Qin Jiang chose the M16 simply because, although he’d never seen one in real life, he’d seen it in games.

He had played shooting games.

For now, he’d just treat it like playing a game.

Qin Jiang lifted the gun and began to lock onto targets.

Yan Zuo had originally been cursing and complaining that sharing a range with Bai Chuchu diminished his young master’s status.

But once the live-target game began…

He completely chickened out—really? These people actually dared to let a newbie use them as live targets so brazenly?

Wasn’t that so? Yan Zuo was the little scion of the Yan Group after all…

But the moment Qin Jiang raised his gun, Yan Zuo froze.

“Aaaaa… don’t shoot! Brother-in-law! My real brother-in-law… if you’re going to shoot, at least be accurate… I haven’t lived enough yet.”

Yan Zuo’s shouting startled the other live targets as well.

They all had eyes and, even in the limited space, could leap and dodge to avoid being shot.

They were well protected all over.

The protective shield exposed almost only their heads, and at the last moment helmets were put on their heads.

By right, it was relatively safe.

But Young Master Yan Zuo was always someone who stood above the shooting range—when had he ever been treated as prey?

At this moment, he was so frightened he was at a loss.

With Yan Zuo in there, the difficulty of the shooting was invisibly increased.

And the range in front of them had been deliberately split into two parts by Young Mistress Qi’s people.

Some weaker targets, those who couldn’t move much and whose legs went weak in the previous round, were assigned to Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng was a professional, so shooting now was easy for him.

On the other side.

Bang!

Jiang Heng looked at the chaos around Qin Jiang, smirked maliciously, and started shooting neatly.

“Young Mistress Qi, what a badass… eight rings, four points!!”

Right at the start, Jiang Heng scored a great opening.

These were live targets, different in difficulty from the fixed targets before. Getting an eight-ring on a live target already proved considerable skill.

Jiang Heng, as a representative of Young Mistress Qi.

Had already begun to crush the “Young Mistress Yan” in return!!

This sign made Qin Jiang rather displeased.

And that annoyance grew when Qin Jiang saw Yan Zuo still hopping around and screaming.

Qin Jiang crisply pulled the charging handle, chambered a round, aimed toward Yan Zuo, and a bullet sliced through the air.

“Aaaa… ah! I’m going to die!!”

Yan Zuo felt the impact on his body, screamed, teetered like a wilting flower, and began to play the scoundrel.

However, the next moment.

A shout even more excited than his came from the scoring area.

“Young Mistress Yan, ten rings!!”

“Five points!”

Qin Jiang was shocked.

The whole venue too.

Jiang Heng too.

Holy shit, they were serious?

These were lively, jumping live targets—even a mercenary king couldn’t guarantee he could precisely predict a target’s movement a hundred meters away and land a perfect ten-ring shot!

Qin Jiang, to which ancestor did you burn incense so strong that your ancestor manifested and gave you a cheat code to shooting?

“I concede.”

Though Qin Jiang was a bit puzzled, the moment he hit the first ten-ring he clearly felt the rifle in his hands much more natural.

As if he’d handled it long ago.

And as if he’d trained with it countless times.

It was like… this gun was a survival skill he inherently possessed. Using a gun was as natural as using chopsticks.

Yet clearly he couldn’t possibly have such talent and ability.

Qin Jiang grinned—anyway, as long as he could make Yanyan proud, he was happy.

The young man smiled brightly, heroic and spirited!

“Aaaah, save me!! I’ve never thought a man could be this handsome when he smiles—no wonder Young Mistress Yan handpicked him. His reputation is well-deserved.”

“Anyone she picks, she deserves it~”

“Gosh…look, both are pretty boys, and Jiang Heng’s face has turned green—looks like this one isn’t far from being abandoned by our Young Mistress Qi…”

“Damn, Young Master Yan Zuo was hopping all over and still got hit by Qin Jiang in one shot—as though it was fated… I’m kinda shipping you guys…”

“Hilarious, if you like shipping that much, go home and bow to your ancestors about it…”

Of course, this shot did shatter everyone’s stereotype of Qin Jiang.

But this shot very possibly had luck playing a role.

Many big shots watched the show while already placing bets on the side.

After all, a few million as a bet was just casual entertainment for them.

Zhou Ning stealthily edged closer.

“Three million—I’ll bet that our Mr. Qin wins!”

Zhou Ning had originally only intended to join in the fun.

But when he pushed through the crowd, he saw that although everyone praised Qin Jiang’s skill with their mouths, inside they all thought he’d used some shady trick.

An “ordinary college student” whose background they could scrape up with a casual inquiry couldn’t possibly be this strong.

Compared to a retired special forces soldier like Jiang Heng.

He clearly could only win temporarily.

Zhou Ning couldn’t stand it—he put up a sliver of his year-end bonus to win this round back for Mr. Qin.

Of course, he also knew… since Young Mistress had the nerve to let Qin Jiang take this challenge.

There had to be a reason and confidence behind it.

He didn’t understand why, but he trusted all of Young Mistress’s decisions.

And he obeyed completely.

“Pfft, you’re overestimating yourself, Zhou Ning—don’t blame us for cutting off your escape… We all know Jiang Heng’s background; Qin Jiang just got lucky with that one shot. Can he keep getting lucky every shot??”

“We’ll happily take this three million!”

Zhou Ning’s face was always sullen. Now it was even darker but no one could tell.

“Five million!”

“I believe in our Mr. Qin!!”

Zhou Ning’s stance represented Liangyue Manor’s stance.

He had indeed been prejudiced against Qin Jiang before.

He thought Qin Jiang would run away from Young Mistress, would betray her.

But in this round, he could see Qin Jiang was winning glory and adding splendor for their Young Mistress.

This performance.

Mr. Qin clearly… was deeply in love!!

He! Super! Loved! Her!

He also couldn’t let Mr. Qin lose face.

“Thirty million, I’ll take Qin Jiang to win!”

“This kid is actually pretty handsome~”

A crisp, lazy feminine voice rang out, and the surrounding crowd automatically parted to make way for her.

When they saw who it was, everyone was even more stunned…