Mo Huaixing had been ordered to be punished by Mr. Fu, but he kept making excuses, which inevitably led people to say that he was dissatisfied with Mr. Fu. Helpless, Fu Cheng ordered the person standing below to call Mo Huaixing.
For the first time, He Zhong's face darkened. He summoned all his decent-looking subordinates, only to have them accompany Fu Cheng's men for nothing.
The fact that this move was wasted is secondary. As the most important second-in-command besides Mr. Fu, how could he tolerate having his face trampled on?
He Zhong coughed and said to Gan Tang, "Niece, some people are just good-looking, but they don't have any real skills. Yuan Biao, come over and show Miss what you've got."
A handsome young man emerged from the five rows of people. Yuan Biao was He Zhong's subordinate and was widely considered the most handsome. He went up on stage, took the gun from He Zhong, and shot a fish in a nearby pond, gutting it.
While He Zhong's men cheered, Mo Huaixing cut through the noise and silently walked down to the foot of the platform.
"Young Miss, my marksmanship is not good, far inferior to your brothers, and I'm afraid I will disappoint you."
"Really?" Gan Tang stood on the high platform, a head taller than the imposing Mo Huaixing. She walked to the edge, looked down at Mo Huaixing, and exuded an air of superiority: "When you held my hand and fired the gun that day, weren't you quite accurate?"
Mo Huaixing raised his eyes: "Just blindly hitting."
Gan Tang touched his chin, teasing him like a puppy, and said, "Then teach me whatever you want."
There were suppressed laughs coming from below.
Fu Cheng stepped forward to help: "Sister, he is injured and it is really not suitable for him to move around."
“Then let’s teach him while we’re sitting down.” Gan Tang was determined to take Mo Huaixing’s hand. She bent her arm and put it around Mo Huaixing’s neck, leaning on his shoulder and tilting her head to look at Fu Cheng: “Can I use him for a few days?”
"sure!"
Mr. Fu said that everyone could be chosen by Gan Tang, so how could Fu Cheng refuse? He had no choice but to compromise and say, "If his marksmanship is really just average, it might interfere with your studies. Why don't you choose a few more people? Yuan Biao, who works under Fourth Uncle, has first-class marksmanship and is very suitable."
With both sides present, he didn't want to stand out and incur He Zhong's wrath.
"Then those two will do." Gan Tang readily agreed. After all, she needed Mo Huaixing to find the security loopholes on the cruise ship. As long as she achieved her goal, she didn't care how many more people there were.
Yuan Biao asked solicitously, "Miss, when shall we go to the shooting range?"
"Let's go now!"
"As Miss commands!" Yuan Biao helped Gan Tang down from the high platform.
Seeing that Mo Huaixing was standing still, Gan Tang urged him. He still didn't move. Gan Tang then put her arm around him, but remembering that Mo Huaixing had an injury on his back, she moved her hand that was on his lower back to the side and clenched it into a fist.
Yuan Biao was left behind. He quickly caught up and eagerly raised his hands to help him up.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Gan Tang was escorted out of the hall by two handsome men. One of them bowed and scraped with a smile, while the other had a dark and expressionless face.
Fu Cheng and He Zhong then left, followed by deafening laughter from He Zhong's entourage.
"He doesn't want to learn how to shoot, he clearly wants that gun down there." One of He Zhong's men laughed at the other side: "Young Master Cheng's men are really something, they all climb up the ranks based on their good looks."
“Our Brother Mo is just handsome, everyone loves him.” The other side immediately retorted: “Unlike some people, who fawn over you like lapdogs, even the young lady ignores them.”
"Yes, everyone loves her, regardless of gender. She can switch positions at will in bed."
"You're talking bullshit."
The battle ignited instantly. The two sides clashed and began fighting.
A gunshot rang out, and a suspended ceiling collapsed. Ali, standing on the second floor, roared, "Get out of here, all of you!"
The crowd scattered like birds and beasts.
Inside the shooting range, Yuan Biao attentively helped the young lady put on her shooting uniform, kneeling on the ground to tie her shoelaces. Mo Huaixing stood quietly to the side, appearing out of place.
Gan Tang walked over, held up her white pistol, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Handsome Mo, how do you want to teach me?"
"stool!"
"What?" Gan Tang didn't react for a moment.
Mo Huaixing said coldly, "Didn't Miss say that I should sit down and teach you?"
"Of course I'll sit!" Gan Tang instructed Yuan Biao, "Go and get a chair."
"Yes!" He was happy to serve the young lady. But he felt very uncomfortable about serving Mo Huaixing, who was of similar status to him, so he brought over a low, round wooden stool.
The stool was only as tall as two dictionaries, with three legs as thick as a thumb, and it was pink.
Mo Huaixing's face darkened: "The young lady wants me to sit here?"
"Hmm~"
His tall figure standing next to the small stool created a dizzying sense of temporal dislocation, and Gan Tang suddenly longed to see him sitting obediently on it.
Mo Huaixing turned to leave, but Gan Tang quickly grabbed him, "Bring me a stool!"
Yuan Biao had no choice but to obediently bring over a swivel chair.
On the design table sat a row of various guns, arranged from smallest to largest, with three rows of bullets beside them. Mo Huaixing picked out a pistol and handed it to Gan Tang: "This Glock pistol is perfect for beginners."
Gan Tang didn't take it, "It's too ugly!"
"Then this one!" Mo Huaixing changed to another one, but Gan Tang was still not satisfied.
"This one!"
"ugly!"
With a bang, Mo Huaixing threw the pistol onto the table, pointing it impatiently at Yuan Biao. "You teach me." He then sat down in a chair, coldly gazing at the distant bullseye.
Yuan Biao stepped forward and asked solicitously, "Which pistol would you like to choose, Miss?"
"This one." Gan Tang suddenly looked disappointed, dejectedly placing her pistol on the shooting table. That man hadn't even bothered to ask her a single question.
“Young Miss, this pistol uses 9mm bullets.” Yuan Biao said as he loaded the bullets.
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