Shen Dong adjusted his mindset and smiled, "Being curious about a man means the beginning of a woman's downfall. Miss Ou, I have two girlfriends, you'd better not fall in love with me."

Ou Yongen pursed her lips and said, "I'm against marriage. Even if I'm interested in you, I'll only play around with you and will never take it seriously. So, you don't need to worry."

Shen Dong gave a thumbs up and said, "Women are just as capable as men, very impressive."

Half an hour later, Shen Dong and Au Wing-yan arrived at a shooting range in Central.

Ou Yongen was clearly a regular here. After speaking with the person in charge, Shen Dong became a temporary member of the shooting range.

Upon entering a Western restaurant inside the venue, Ou Yongen glanced around and spotted a handsome man with a melancholy expression eating in the northwest corner. She quickly walked over to him.

"Master, where have you been? I haven't seen you for a month!" Ou Yongen said with a look of surprise.

The melancholy man looked up and said, "I took a trip to the United States. How's your training going? Has your shooting gotten any worse?"

Ou Yongen said smugly, "It will definitely surprise you."

"I hope so."

The melancholy man smiled, looked at Chen Dong, and his expression changed instantly, the smile on his face vanishing without a trace.

He sensed a strong unease from Shen Dong.

This was the first time he had encountered such a dangerous person since he had mastered marksmanship.

Au Wing-yan said, “Master, let me introduce you. This is Shing Tung, the leader of Hung Hing. Mr. Shing, this is my shooting instructor, Mr. Pang Yik-hang, who has won the Hong Kong Island Shooting Championship three times in a row.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Dong was deeply shocked.

Among countless Hong Kong films, only one person has been able to earn the title of "King of Guns," and that person is Peng Yixing, the King of Guns.

With just one gun in hand, Peng Yixing could take down an entire police station; he was incredibly powerful.

"Hello, Mr. Peng."

Shen Dong extended his hand and greeted him with a smile.

Peng Yixing, with his sharp eyes, examined Shen Dong's hands and said, "Mr. Shen, although you don't have calluses, I feel that you must be a top-notch shooting expert."

Shen Dong looked at his hands and asked, "Why?"

Peng Yixing said, "It's purely a feeling."

Ou Yongen laughed and said, "Master, you're wrong. Mr. Shen has never been to a shooting range before."

Peng Yixing said, "Shooting experts who come out of the shooting range are only theoretical experts. Once they enter real combat, how much strength they can exert depends on the shooter's psychological quality and other abilities. But Mr. Shen is different; he is a combat expert."

Shen Dong said, "Mr. Peng, you flatter me. I'm just a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person from the martial arts world), and I only use a gun occasionally for self-defense."

Peng Yixing looked intently at Shen Dong and said, "Mr. Shen, I would like to have a match with you."

Ou Yongen exclaimed, "No way?"

Having studied shooting with Peng Yixing for two years, Ou Yongen was all too familiar with her teacher's arrogant personality.

Let alone ordinary people, even Miao Zhishun, known as the number one marksman in the Hong Kong police force, is not taken seriously by Peng Yixing.

Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to invite Shen Dong to compete against him, which shows that Peng Yixing completely regarded Shen Dong as his opponent.

Shen Dong laughed and said, "Then let's have some fun."

Ou Yongen said, "Master, Mr. Shen said that our shooting competition is just child's play."

Peng Yixing said, "In the eyes of true experts, our competition is indeed child's play."

Ou Yongen glanced at Shen Dong and said, "Master, let me compete with him first. Only if he can beat me will he be qualified to be your opponent."

Peng Yixing smiled and said, "Okay."

The three sat down to eat, and Ou Yongen asked Shen Dong a lot of questions about the club.

Shen Dong didn't hide anything, and mentioned some unimportant rumors from the underworld, which Peng Yixing and Ou Yongen listened to with great interest.

After finishing their meal, the three of them drank a cup of tea and then went to the shooting range.

At this moment, the sun is shining brightly, and a warm breeze is blowing, making it very comfortable.

Shen Dong took the gun from Ou Yong'en. It was lighter than a real gun, but it was comfortable to hold.

Ou Yongen chose the most difficult venue, which consisted of four levels. The first level consisted of three fixed human-shaped targets, requiring her to hit the center of the eyebrows and the heart without any mistakes.

The second challenge consists of two stationary human-shaped targets. The goal is to hit the center of the forehead and the heart, respectively. However, the targets are hidden behind swaying oil drums. Once you hit an oil drum, the challenge ends.

The third challenge is set on a bus. You must accurately find three targets with the word "bandit" written on them among countless swaying targets and hit those two words.

The fourth level is a rapidly spinning paper windmill, with targets hidden behind it. The more bullets you hit the target consecutively, the higher your score.

Each checkpoint is about fifty meters apart, with many obstacles in between, which requires a high level of physical fitness from the players.

After Ou Yongen finished her introduction, she raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you still think it's easy?"

Shen Dong laughed and said, "The arena can only infinitely approximate the actual battlefield, but it can never become the actual battlefield, because these targets have no offensive capabilities."

Peng Yixing nodded and said, "That's why this is called a shooting competition."

Shen Dong said, "Miss Ou, you may begin."

Ou Yongen said, "Okay, watch me."

A staff member nearby shouted, "Ready..."

Ou Yongen immediately put her hand on her waist, as if she was about to draw her gun.

"start."

Ou Yongen immediately drew his gun, ran forward fifty meters, and after stopping, fired six shots in succession at the human-shaped fixed target ten meters away. Each shot accurately hit the target's forehead and heart.

Shen Dong praised, "Your movements are swift and your marksmanship is excellent."

Peng Yixing shook his head and said, "She's still far from good enough."

After clearing the first obstacle, Ou Yongen quickly changed his magazine, jumped over six one-meter-high obstacles, stood still, and stared intently at the swaying oil drum.

"Bang bang"

"Bang bang"

Four shots rang out in succession, and two humanoid targets fell down.

After climbing over a three-meter-high artificial mountain made of tires, Ou Yongen rushed into the bus.

The staff immediately pressed the button, and the twenty-four targets suspended inside the vehicle began to shake.

It took Ou Yongen a full thirty-two seconds to hit the two targets marked with "bandit".

Jumping out of the vehicle, changing magazines, Ou Yongen crossed a muddy area.

It stopped less than five meters away from the windmill.

"Bang bang"

Twenty seconds later, Ou Yongen hit a double, meaning the target hidden behind the windmill was hit twice in an instant.

"beep"

With a whistle from the staff, the competition ended.