He was an excellent shot. He was over sixty years old and weighed almost 200 pounds. He could hit a moving frisbee with a shotgun every time.

Although Wade made the plans, an assassination mission is not something that can be accomplished by just talking. To put it into practice, it requires the cooperation of a large group of people, as well as vehicles, guns, and various other equipment.

Liang Lisheng was the executor responsible for bringing the project to fruition.

Chen Rou guessed that the bag Nie Zhao gave her contained shooting equipment. Sure enough, when she opened it, she found a complete set of combat training kits for female marines, including women's goggles, earplugs, gloves, and bulletproof vests.

These items are basically not available in women's versions on the market; you have to buy them separately.

She put on glasses, earplugs, gloves, and a bulletproof vest, picked out a sniper rifle, and went to training.

While making a phone call inside the glass room, Liang Lisheng observed her aim.

Okay, he finally accepted reality.

As times progress and people progress, there are indeed ghosts who can handle guns quite well. Ordinary talismans probably can't suppress such ghosts. So Liang Lisheng simply took off the talisman, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can.

As the sun set, the range staff ordered boxed lunches, and everyone hurriedly ate a few bites. The main event was about to begin: night shooting training, which was their primary task for the day, as their mission was to conduct the training at night.

Around 10 p.m., Liang Lisheng was on the phone when a lit cigar and a can of beer appeared in front of him.

He hung up the phone, lit a cigar, took a beer, and gulped it down: "Ah Rou's skills are indeed superb."

Nie Zhao changed his clothes, wearing a polo shirt and casual pants, and held up binoculars in one hand: "Where's the car? Are you starting to modify it?"

Liang Lisheng took another puff of his cigar and said, "Ah Zhao, my elder brother never gets involved in these trivial matters."

Nie Zhao retorted: "So my mommy died, and my older brother died too!"

Liang Lisheng was a veteran minister whose merits overshadowed the emperor's, so if it were Nie Yao, he wouldn't dare to confront him like that.

However, Nie Rong bears undeniable responsibility for the matter involving Han Yuzhu and Nie Zhen, as does Liang Lisheng.

He sighed, puffing smoke from his nostrils: "The vehicles are being modified overtime and will be delivered to the dock tomorrow morning. You can inspect the goods yourself."

Nie Zhao, still holding the binoculars, said, "On behalf of my brother, thank you!"

Liang Lisheng sighed: "Unlike that bastard Sihan, who is always out there having affairs and flirting with women, Azhen is so excellent, sensible and obedient. No matter who killed him, I will make him pay for his crime in blood. I will take tomorrow's mission as seriously as you."

He took another deep drag of his cigarette and said, "But Ah Zhao, I don't care if I die. I'm sixty years old and I've lived enough. But you're still young. Tomorrow, once the gunfire starts, the shooting won't stop until Yu Zhengrong is dead. But what about you? Have you thought about a way out?"

Killing Xiang Tiange is not the end of the mission, but the beginning. From Kowloon City to the Hong Kong Police Station, and even the pirates in the Philippines, they must be killed thoroughly. Otherwise, not only will Liang Lisheng die, but Nie Zhao will also have nowhere to retreat.

Of course, those around Nie Zhao, whether it was Wade, Nie Rong, or Liang Lisheng, only knew part of the information.

For example, Liang Lisheng only knew that the company was about to start the sea sand business, but he didn't know about Nie Zhao's cooperation with the mainland military.

Even though Nie Rong was his father, he only knew that Chen Rou's background was closely related to the stability of Kowloon, but he didn't know the most crucial detail, which was a secret he had carried since he was seven years old and had never told anyone.

He's the one stirring up trouble now, and he's also the one in control of the whole situation.

He slowly lowered his binoculars and looked at Liang Lisheng: "Of course we have a way to retreat, but the premise is that no one has any ulterior motives."

Liang Lisheng paused for a moment and said, "Yes, my elder brother is questioning the DNA results, and so am I. But he told me that you had no intention of killing A Yao. We can talk about the rest later. The Nie family is already yours, and we will all listen to you."

The glass room was dark, with only the black and white screen of the closed-circuit television emitting a dim light. That dim light shone on Nie Zhao's face, illuminating his thin cheeks, where his eyes were just two dark sockets with a faint light within them.

He didn't speak, but turned his head and silently looked at Liang Lisheng, who was a head shorter than him and as fat as a bear.

It was a silent sense of oppression, an oppression from the younger generation. It made Liang Lisheng realize that he was getting old. The younger generation was pushing the older generation aside, and he, the older generation, was being flattened on the beach by the younger generation.

This was the first time Liang Lisheng had ever been afraid of a junior.

Fearful and guilty, he lowered his tone again: "Ah Zhao, the moment I found out that Mei Lu killed Ah Zhen, you became the only person in charge of the Nie family in my heart. Your father felt the same way. He felt guilty towards you and your mother."

Nie Rong is a very suspicious person, so it's only natural that he would doubt the DNA results.

Liang Lisheng also had doubts, but they were all clearly aware that they were getting old, and that only someone as ruthless as Nie Zhao was qualified to be the head of the Nie family. They also knew that only he could clear Han Yuzhu and Azhen's name.

They weren't stupid, but they chose to bow down to Nie Zhao.

Of course, they will still have doubts and be curious: are the DNA results really okay?

Nie Zhao said, "Tell my father that he can have Nie Yao's DNA tested again at any time, whenever he wants, until he and Nie Yao are confirmed to be biologically related. If he really can't do that, I will write a letter for him."

The sarcasm in those words was so strong that Liang Lisheng felt embarrassed for his elder brother. He quickly said, "No, it's not true."

He added, "Dealing with Yu Zhengrong is the most important thing. Ah Yao, you just need to not kill him."

Nie Zhao did not answer Liang Lisheng's question again, but focused on watching the closed-circuit television, which showed cameras from all directions of the shooting range. He could not find his wife with his binoculars, so he searched on the screen. After searching for a while, he finally found her. She and Song Yuanchao were sitting on the lawn in the rest area, each holding a can of iced cola, chatting animatedly while drinking.

He took off his walkie-talkie and called the firing range: "It's getting late, let's call it a day!"