Chapter 157: Qin Jiang Breaks The Record Again! Where’d He Get Picked Up From? It’s Too Crazy

Young Mistress Qi Yuan strode over with a graceful gait, exuding a casual, fierce allure from head to toe.

Compared to Young Mistress Yan’s cold indifference that could make a person feel utterly annihilated.

Qi Yuan was like a coiled poisonous snake.

At any moment she could flick out a snake’s tongue, making it impossible to predict when she’d launch a deadly strike.

And now, despite clearly being on the opposing side of Qin Jiang and Yan Liang, she nonetheless came forward and placed a bet on Qin Jiang.

For a moment, people couldn’t figure out what she was really thinking.

But if Young Mistress Qi Yuan were easy to read, she wouldn’t be herself.

“Well damn, the opposing side directly bet on Qin Jiang winning—so Young Mistress Qi really did just treat Jiang Heng like a plaything?”

“Apparently Jiang Heng just happens to look like that other guy. What kind of status must the man be who could tame Young Mistress Qi Yuan and then abandon her, yet still be perfectly fine now—he must be seriously capable.”

“I’m already starting to pity Jiang Heng—he’s lost whether he wins or loses…”

However, the bets over here didn’t affect the front-line performance. At least the two on the shooting platform didn’t notice this side.

Looking over at the two big shots’ resting area again.

On their stand, Young Mistress Yan was idly swirling the red wine glass in her hand. She had started sipping again and looked in an exceptionally good mood.

And Zhou Ning rubbed his forehead: Mr. Qin… I mean, seriously, you can’t just ignore this!!

The Young Mistress can be obedient.

But she only listens to you, and you alone.

Bang!

Another bullet whistled through the air. This time Jiang Heng fired. One of the live targets on his side was already terrified, legs going weak so he couldn’t run and just standing there dazed.

That actually made things easy for Jiang Heng.

It was just a fixed target, easier to hit than someone constantly moving, and after all he was the captain of the mercenary camp.

This private mercenary camp remained a world where the strong ruled.

Jiang Heng could be considered one of the elites, and the shooting range had more or less a number of his cronies present.

So they quietly afforded him conveniences.

If Qin Jiang hadn’t broken the norm with that first shot, those people certainly wouldn’t have taken a mere ordinary college student seriously.

But now… Qin Jiang had already become a threat.

From their point of view, Jiang Heng’s ability represented the whole private mercenary camp’s combat power. If even an ordinary college student like Qin Jiang could beat them to a pulp.

Then the very reason for their mercenary camp’s existence would be undermined by Qin Jiang.

Therefore, this time they absolutely couldn’t let Qin Jiang beat Jiang Heng.

“Jiang Heng is strong… Young Mistress Qi, ten rings, five points!”

In an instant, the situation tightened and widened again.

After all, everyone doubted whether Qin Jiang’s shot was luck or skill, and now the timing was just right.

This shot from Jiang Heng proved his ability.

But many people also saw through the trickery.

After all, Qin Jiang’s first shot clearly hit a live, moving target. Even if people questioned his skill, it was genuinely a moving target.

Whereas now, although Jiang Heng’s shot was ten rings.

The live target was not moving. How was that different from shooting a fixed target? It was only a bit farther away.

But now both had switched to rifles.

Their equipment had also been upgraded.

For a moment, everyone’s eyes quietly turned to Young Mistress Qi and Young Mistress Yan. Both Young Mistresses lounged in their seats, seemingly unbothered by the contest.

True enough, battlefields are like marketplaces of strategy.

Using tricks and schemes, there was never absolute fairness.

Yan Liang naturally noticed. She glanced at Qin Jiang’s expression, confirmed he wasn’t upset or defeated, and a trace of admiration flashed in her eyes.

Those who truly seek fairness are only at an age where they can still tattle to their parents.

And in this society, absolute fairness has never existed.

Jiang wanted to go into business, so she would make him understand that subtly.

Fortunately, Qin Jiang showed little expression.

But his indifference didn’t mean others wouldn’t care.

The tardy Song Jie had been brought along by Sister Bingbing under the pretense of going out to relax. Of course Young Mistress Yan also wanted Qin Jiang to be happy, which was why she brought his good friend.

“For God’s sake! Why are you bullying him like this? Just because my Brother Jiang doesn’t hold a grudge against your shady tricks doesn’t mean I won’t!!”

“Young Mistress Yan, you dote on our Brother Jiang the most—come judge this, that guy’s shot was so shameless!”

“Why is it that my Brother Jiang hit a moving live target and his side gets the frail, lame, and elderly excuse?”

“This is so unfair, it’s bullying.“

Song Jie naturally didn’t have the guts to shout orders here.

But he had witnessed Qin Jiang facing so much unfairness all along, which made Qin Jiang become indifferent and accustomed when encountering injustice again.

But that wasn’t right.

He just wanted to make a fuss like this to let Brother Jiang understand… that a person like him also deserved fairness.

There simply weren’t that many necessary rules in this world.

No one was inherently obliged to be treated a certain way.

To him, his Brother Jiang really needed to live as a person for once, to live a life fully!

“Oh, where did this little pitiable thing come from?”

“Actually, quite good-looking~”

Young Mistress Qi looked up and smiled casually, as if watching an ant struggle—finding it merely amusing.

“Sir, this live-target match never stipulated that only a jumping, lively person-target counts for points.”

“Don’t make such a big fuss.”

“If your Brother Jiang really had the skill, he’d be able to keep getting ten rings even if he had to run.”

Jiang Heng’s words were deliberately provocative. Inwardly he was a bit annoyed at being insulted by someone considered a “pretty boy” when Song Jie spoke up.

Everyone here was just a “toy” raised up by those in power.

Why pretend to have any principles?

It’s laughable.

Jiang Heng’s words made both Song Jie and Qin Jiang frown. It was one thing that the man lacked scruples and backbone himself.

But it was also a bit too much to just call him stupid.

“Is that so?”

“Jiang Heng, I’ve been too generous to you—you’re really starting to think you’re somebody. Do you really think everyone is a fool who just blinks and can’t see?”

“Is a donkey bored all day that it has to keep kicking your brains?”

“Don’t you see what trash you are—turtle looking in a mirror with a bastard’s face, and acting all superior? Better hurry to the hospital and check why the brain you scraped together from bargain store has a hole in it.”

“Even Young Mistress Qi must be blind—I think she’d rather grope a pig at night than look at you.”

“Even a $2 ruler still shows some 20 cm on it—do you have that?”

Qin Jiang was displeased and fired back without mercy.

He didn’t hold back with Young Mistress Qi either.

Of course, the mouth-war was meaningless—he briskly fired his rifle again.

As soon as his words fell, Jiang Heng was about to retort with an insult.

Bang——

This time Qin Jiang seemed to have an anger buff of sorts. The young man’s features sharpened, he calmly lifted the rifle and with perfect precision lasered a shot at the special target on Yan Zuo, who had been running around like a headless fly in the live-target area three hundred meters away.

Precise, beautiful!

“Oh my… Qin Jiang, ten rings!”

This time the scorekeepers at the judging table couldn’t contain themselves. They didn’t even have time to credit the points to Young Mistress Yan.

Qin Jiang—with accuracy comparable to the once-strongest mercenary king—was this for real?

Young Mistress Qi, who had just been insulted in the exchange, laughed in anger, “Hold on a second, my sister…”

Where did you pick* up** this man? He’s a bit uncanny.*