Zhao Jingxing was slightly surprised. He didn't expect to meet Lu Wanwan here. When his eyes swept over her and saw her face clearly, a trace of obvious surprise flashed across his face. His heart tightened uncontrollably and he felt a little numb.

He was stunned for a long time before he withdrew his gaze from the bright girl and smiled lazily: "She's a little too cute."

Lu Wanwan's eyelids twitched, and she actually felt a little ashamed.

Zhao Jingxing wanted to touch her head, but before he raised his hand, he saw Han Jingmo standing next to Lu Wanwan, looking at him indifferently.

Zhao Jingxing curled his lips and looked at him lazily.

Long Aotian looked at this and that, then jumped behind Zhao Jingxing with a terrified look on his face: "Boss, do you know each other?"

Lu Wanwan was shocked, and a thousand Cao Ni horses ran through his heart. This is too coincidental! It's a coincidence!

Han

Jingmo raised his eyebrows slightly. It turned out that the helper Long Aotian asked was Zhao Jingxing.

Zhao Jingxing also understood at this time that the person who beat him up on the phone mentioned by Long Aotian was Han Jingmo. He was not interested at first, but now he wants to play.

Although...

Zhao Jingxing touched the black wristband on his right wrist with his left hand.

Suddenly, Long Aotian jumped out angrily, pointed at Han Jingmo and yelled: "Boss, this is the guy, beat him! Beat him to death!"

Lu Wanwan's face was dark, and he stepped forward to protect Han Jingmo and stood in front of him: "Who dares to touch him?"

Han Jingmo: "..." Although he is a gigolo, he is very touched by his wife's protection.

Zhao Jingxing glanced at Lu Wanwan and said indifferently: "Mei Yingxue, get out of here."

Long Aotian exploded when he heard it, jumped back and complained in a low voice: "Boss, I have told you so many times that you are not allowed to call me by my real name. Long Aotian is my name! Only these three words are worthy of my awesome temperament!" Lu Wanwan's

forehead twitched. It turned out that Long Aotian was not his real name. It turned out that his real name was Mei Yingxue. The contrast was too big.

Long Aotian was still nagging.

Zhao Jingxing pushed his head away with his backhand, it was too noisy.

Lu Wanwan thought, since everyone knew each other, it was just a misunderstanding, there was no need to compete anymore, but for some reason, Han Jingmo and Zhao Jingxing did not have any communication, but walked to the fixed target at the same time.

It looked like they were going to have a good competition.

Lu Wanwan rolled his eyes and said nothing more. He and Long Aotian were just a group of people watching the show. They were really a group of people watching the show, because Long Aotian had someone send them a few pieces of watermelon, which were quite sweet, but there were too many seeds, so it was a bit annoying to spit out the seeds.

Lu Wanwan had some watermelon juice on her hands, and frowned, saying, "Mei Yingxue, give me a napkin."

"Get lost, my name is Long Aotian!" Long Aotian said, but he still took out a napkin and gave it to her.

After Lu Wanwan wiped her hands, she ran to Han Jingmo's side, determined to be a loyal fan and cheerleader.

Seeing this, Long Aotian immediately stood behind Zhao Jingxing. How could the boss not have cheerleaders?

However, Long Aotian was still eating watermelon, because in shooting, Zhao Jingxing was the only person he admired. Not only was he extremely accurate, but he was also extremely fast, so he was not nervous at all, just waiting for the boss to beat that bastard.

Seeing the excitement, the other people at the shooting range also gathered around.

Han Jingmo and Zhao Jingxing looked at each other, their eyes met in the air, and it seemed as if sparks exploded.

They both raised their right hands holding the guns at the same time, almost without aiming, and fired ten shots in a row.

Then, they stopped at the same time.

It took less than eight seconds to finish the ten shots.

Han Jingmo's scorer showed: 100 points.

Every shot was a ten-ring, ten ten-rings, a total of one hundred points.

Zhao Jingxing's scorer showed: 100 points.

Every shot was a ten-ring, ten ten-rings.

There was no winner.

Lu Wanwan was shocked. Is Zhao Jingxing so powerful? However, I still couldn't help but want to scream for the Korean beauty, how can she hold the gun so handsomely!

Long Aotian looked dazed, and the melon in his hand almost fell off, this is too cruel!

The onlookers were also stunned, ten rings are rare, let alone ten rings with ten shots, not to mention that there was no adjustment in the middle, and the speed was so fast...

Suddenly, Han Jingmo and Zhao Jingxing looked at each other's scorer, and then turned their heads to look at Long Aotian at the same time.

Long Aotian was confused, what the hell?

Zhao Jingxing said, "Bring two black cloths here."

"Fuck! Boss, are you going to..." The watermelon in Long Aotian's hand fell completely. Bringing black cloths, that means...

Long Aotian wiped the watermelon juice from the corner of his mouth and said excitedly, "Boss, wait a minute, I'll have someone send him over and torture him to death!"

Lu Wanwan was confused and didn't quite understand what bringing black cloths meant, but looking at Han Jingmo's expression, he wanted to say the same thing.

After a while, Long Aotian brought two black cloths.

Han Jingmo and Zhao Jingxing raised their hands to take them respectively, and then blindfolded their eyes with the black cloths and tied them behind their heads. Lu Wanwan

couldn't help but exclaim, "Fuck! Is he going to fight blindly?

" The crowd of onlookers instantly lost their composure.

"Damn, do you have to fight so hard!"

"How can you hit it without looking and aiming?!"

"It's hard to say. I didn't even have time to blink when I hit ten rings with ten shots just now. It was too fast!"

...

Lu Wanwan was nervous. Isn't it just a game? Is it necessary to fight so hard?

However, Han Jingmo and Zhao Jingxing on the field did not think that this was just a game. The vague hostility spread in the air.

The two blindfolded themselves with black cloth, and without being disturbed by the sounds of the people around them, they raised their hands and shot directly. "Bang bang bang——" Ten shots were fired without interruption again.

Han Jingmo's scorer showed: 100 points.

Zhao Jingxing's scorer showed: 100 points.

Another draw!

Lu Wanwan almost jumped over and hugged Han Jingmo excitedly. He was so handsome! How could her boyfriend be so handsome! He could even hit the target with his eyes blindfolded!

Long Aotian was almost going crazy. Who on earth was that guy? His shooting skills were comparable to those of the boss!

The crowd opened their mouths in astonishment and immediately went wild.

"This, this, this... He can hit the target with ten shots and ten rings with his eyes blindfolded. What a pervert!!"

"How can he be so strong? This is not something that can be achieved through training."

"This talent is too enviable. He can shoot so accurately even when he can't see. What's the point of practicing every day?"

...

Han Jingmo and Zhao Jingxing took off their black cloths, looked at their respective scorers, frowned, turned their heads and looked at each other, and said at the same time: "Moving target."

Lu Wanwan blinked. She still knew the meaning of these three words. Now they were shooting at a fixed target. The target was not moving, and people just had to aim and shoot.

Moving targets are operated by electronic equipment, and the target moves back and forth on the ground, which is more difficult.

If you aim and shoot at this moment, but by the time the bullet flies past, the target has already moved away, it is difficult to hit it, so not only does it require excellent shooting talent, but it also requires analysis of the distance the bullet flies and the target moves, and there is only a short analysis time between each shot, which is a great test of the shooter's quick thinking, reaction speed and judgment ability.