Chapter 409 The King of Air Guns

Kong Wange exclaimed, "His brother is quite remarkable, managing to support such a large family all by himself. What's your relationship with his brother like?"

Murong Ting paused for a moment, then understood her intention and laughed, "Tang Minghao's brother is more than a decade older than him, a real old man. You two won't have anything in common."

Kong Wange: "I know, but it's not like we're dating. Age isn't a problem. It's about making friends. I want to compete with Wen Zhengning right now, so I definitely need to get to know more people."

Murong Ting snorted: "The Murong family is the richest family in Jiangcheng, and the An family is the head of the four major families in the capital. Isn't that enough? Do you need to make friends with others?"

Kong Wange couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Okay, okay, you're the best. I was just saying that. If we don't want to see each other, then we don't want to see each other. Why are you so jealous?"

"That's more like it."

...

The two enjoyed their meal, and afterwards, Murong Ting took Kong Wange for a stroll on the street to digest.

After passing through a row of snack vendors, turn left and you'll find a large crowd gathered together.

Seeing the commotion over there, Murong Ting pulled Kong Wange along, saying, "Shall we go take a look?"

Since she had nothing better to do, Kong Wange decided to join the crowd and watch the excitement.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a balloon popping stall.

Thirty yuan for ten shots. If you hit five shots, you get a small prize. If you hit all ten, you can choose a grand prize.

The grand prize includes a large jigsaw puzzle, a toy gun, and two large dolls that are half the height of a person.

One of them is the adorable Doraemon.

There was a man shooting a gun in front of the stall, and a girl next to him was cheering him on; she was probably his girlfriend.

He looked simple-minded, but he was a surprisingly accurate shooter. He had already been hit nine times in a short while, and it was this precise marksmanship that attracted a crowd of onlookers.

With just one more shot and they would win the grand prize, the young man's girlfriend's palms were sweating with anxiety.

The young man was clearly nervous as well, taking a deep breath and aiming at the balloon.

Before he could fire, Murong Ting whispered from the side, "It won't hit."

Although he lowered his voice, it still sounded very abrupt because no one around was talking at the moment.

Kong Wange quickly pulled him up.

As soon as Murong Ting turned around, the man fired his gun.

Sure enough, the bullet from the gun grazed the edge of the balloon and fell to the ground.

The last shot missed.

A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd.

The boss breathed a long sigh of relief and beamed as he handed over the first prize—

He handed the other person a small lucky cat figurine: "You're amazing, handsome! We might not even get a first prize in several days!"

The young man stood up and scratched his head: "Thank you, boss."

After saying that, he turned around and gave the lucky cat to his girlfriend, saying somewhat shyly, "Do you like this?"

The little girl complained a bit, "I was so close to winning the grand prize."

After saying that, she turned her head and glared at Murong Ting: "Idiot! He must have been talking nonsense while you were shooting, which distracted you!"

Murong Ting raised an eyebrow, but before he could speak, Kong Wange frowned and said, "Why are you swearing? If you're good enough, anything someone says will be true, otherwise it's the same."

The young girl hadn't expected Kong Wange to be so direct. She had only intended to say a few words and leave, but after being rebuked, she lost her temper: "How can you talk like that?"

"It's just stating the facts," Kong Wange said expressionlessly. "Besides, you were the one who started this."

Murong Ting knew his wife was standing up for him, and his eyes crinkled into a smile, revealing his good mood.

At the same time, he silently protected her with one hand to prevent anyone from making a move.

"I'm the one who started this? Please, lady, get this straight, it was your friend who was just spouting nonsense! If it weren't for him, my boyfriend would have hit the bullseye every time!"

The girl fired off like a machine gun, and Murong Ting couldn't stand it anymore. He scoffed and said, "Do you even know how to shoot? Your boyfriend's hand was shaking at the end, and the gun wasn't even on the same level. It would be abnormal if it didn't go astray."

The young man quickly pulled his girlfriend aside and whispered, "He's right, I really didn't aim properly. Isn't first prize great too?"

"What's so great about it! I want Doraemon!" She held up the lucky cat figurine in her hand, complaining angrily, "This thing is ugly and fat, who wants it?"

As she spoke, she casually tossed the lucky cat in her hand, and the lucky cat scurried away.

The young man's face immediately flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly ran to pick it up from a distance.

Murong Ting raised an eyebrow and said, "Little girl, you've gone a bit too far. Your boyfriend kindly offered you a reward in a shooting game to make you happy, and you're just humiliating him like this?"

Murong Ting's words immediately sparked discussion among the onlookers.

"Exactly! Even if you don't like him, you can't embarrass your boyfriend in public like that. It's so awkward."

"This little girl is so insensible; isn't she just being unreasonable?"

"If I found a girlfriend like that, I'd probably have to take blood pressure medication every day. Seriously, what's the point?"

Every word the crowd spoke reached the little girl's ears.

Her eyes reddened with anger as she pointed at Murong Ting and said, "Stop stirring things up! We're both willing to hit and be hit, what's it to you! And what you said about whether our hands shake or not, whether we're on the same level, you make it sound like you're a professional. If you're so capable, why don't you hit me!"

“Fine,” Murong Ting said, his aura hardening. “If I hit the target ten times out of ten, you apologize to my wife.”

The little girl belatedly realized that this person seemed rather difficult to deal with, but she had already been dragged into this situation and couldn't back down now, so she could only grit her teeth and say, "Why should I apologize to her?"

“I heard you call her ‘big sister’ just now.” Murong Ting held a grudge.

The little girl: "..."

Is that considered an insult?

She was just stating the facts!

That woman was pretty, but she looked older than me!

Taking a deep breath, she was certain that it was impossible for Murong Ting to hit the target every time he shot. Her boyfriend could only hit the target because he had served in the army before. What made him so special?

She was too lazy to argue anymore: "Fine, I agree, but if you miss ten times..."

She looked around and pointed to the two dolls that won the grand prize: "You not only have to apologize to me, you have to buy those for me!"

Murong Ting sneered, without saying whether it was okay or not, but turned around and picked up the air gun from the stall.

After this little incident, the atmosphere around them had reached its peak.

Everyone watched as Murong Ting calmly lifted his gun in front of the stall, checked its weight, and then fired a shot at the ground.

"This young man looks quite professional."

"It's just a charade. Even if you've played shooting games before, the feel and quality of these game guns are different from those in the competition. You can't just test it out all at once."

"Putting everything else aside, don't you guys think this man is kind of handsome?"