This time, the targets were moved out to 25 meters. This distance was already considered quite difficult. Without professional training, simply hitting the target at this range was a challenge.

Unfortunately for the others, the Sun Dasheng they encountered today defied all reason. Even with a 25-meter target, he only missed on his first calibration shot; the other seven hit their mark.

"My goodness!"

At the side, Zhao Gang's eyes bulged. He had never witnessed such ridiculously good talent before. It wasn't that he'd never seen gifted individuals, but he'd never seen someone pick things up this quickly. Back in wartime, this was the kind of ruthless person who could be thrown onto a battlefield and adapt immediately. He belonged to the category of people with extremely potent combat readiness. The rate at which this man realized his talent was just too fast!

"How about we try the 50-meter targets?" Zhao Gang asked, his throat suddenly dry. It was as if he had laid eyes on an unparalleled beauty.

"Sure!" Sun Dasheng had no objections. It was all for fun, so it didn't matter to him.

Da Yong, standing next to him, certainly had an opinion. "Look here, Gang Zi, you're going too far! My boss just started; he's still a complete beginner. And you're already jumping to the most difficult pistol range of 50 meters?"

"Hehe... I just get excited when I see a promising talent," Zhao Gang chuckled. "It's rare to find someone with such great aptitude; I want to see where his limits are. Of course, I'm not testing the boss. I did ask for his opinion first, after all." As he spoke, he glanced at Sun Dasheng to gauge his reaction. He ran this shooting range to make money, and to do that, he naturally had to keep the clients happy. He wasn't foolish enough to forget that everything depended on the boss's wishes.

"It's fine, Da Yong, step aside," Sun Dasheng said. "Let me give it a try. There's no danger, so no harm done."

He fired another eight consecutive shots. Once again, it was seven hits out of eight.

Sun Dasheng slowly lowered his gun and smiled. If the basic level of Pistol Shooting was this impressive, then the advanced levels like Da Cheng and Perfection must be on a whole other level.

Beside him, Zhao Gang couldn't hold back any longer. "President Sun, with such talent, it's a real pity you didn't join the army. If you had, you would have been a Soldier King-level powerhouse, at the very least. Truly a one-in-a-million genius!"

"That's right! Let me tell you, President Sun is in great shape," Da Yong, ever the good hype man, chimed in. "He looks slim in his clothes, but even I'm no match for his fighting skills." I'll definitely have to give him a raise later.

"Let's try some other guns," Sun Dasheng said, preparing to switch firearms.

Just then, a discordant voice cut in. "Some people will abandon all dignity just to flatter their boss. Is hitting a 50-meter target for the first time really that amazing? And a 'one-in-a-million' genius? Tsk, tsk... someone clearly hasn't seen the world."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

As the owner, Zhao Gang couldn't very well step in, but Da Yong, standing beside him, had no such qualms.

"What does it mean? It means listening to you suck up to your boss was making me sick. You got a problem with that?" The speaker was one of the twin girls in a group of three. She puffed out her chest, showing no fear.

The woman beside her, her sister-in-law, tugged at her sleeve. "Wen Wen, don't be like that, it's rude." She then turned to the others with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, my sister-in-law is spoiled and willful. She speaks without thinking. I apologize on her behalf. Please don't stoop to the level of a young girl."

"Sister-in-law, you don't have to do that. I wasn't wrong," Wen Wen retorted, still unconvinced. "I'm a girl, and even I can hit a 50-meter target. What's so special about that?"

Da Yong was furious, but knowing he couldn't win a war of words, he strode toward them with heavy steps. Faced with the giant's oppressive presence, the girl felt a flicker of fear but refused to back down. "What? Can't win with words, so you want to get physical?"

The giant was unmoved.

"You're a grown man, picking on a weak woman like me. Aren't you ashamed?" she taunted, involuntarily taking two steps back. Then, a clever idea struck her. "Issues of the jianghu should be settled by jianghu means. This is a shooting range, so let's let our shooting skills do the talking. What do you say? You're not scared, are you?"

Watching the aggressive young woman from a short distance, Sun Dasheng found her rather interesting. A rose with thorns? My favorite.

"Da Yong, come back!"

At his boss's command, Da Yong stopped, shot the girl a fierce glare, and returned to his side.

「On the other side.」

"Why didn't you say something to your sister just now? She listens to you most," the woman complained to the man beside her.

"What was I supposed to say? She wasn't wrong," the man shrugged.

"You..." The woman was slightly irritated. "Fine. I can't manage you and your sister, and I don't want to anymore."

Li Wenwen felt a little flustered as the other group's boss stepped in front of her. While he wasn't as tall or imposing as his bodyguard, the aura he exuded was far more intimidating.

"How do you want to compete?" the man asked with a radiant smile that she found dangerous.

"Let's compete with the 50-meter target," Li Wenwen proposed with a cunning glint in her eye. "Ten shots each. The highest score wins." She knew he had been practicing with a Type 54 pistol, which only had an eight-round magazine. Forcing him to reload mid-competition would break his rhythm and affect his aim. As an experienced shooter, she wouldn't have this problem.

"Deal!"

"Then let's start," Li Wenwen said, eager to begin.

"Wait."

"What's wrong? Scared?" she mocked.

Sun Dasheng smiled. "A competition without stakes is boring. How about we add a little wager?"

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