Hearing the word "dream" gave Han Fei a headache.
Xiao Liu had a dream where his soul was almost replaced. Will the third brother suffer the same fate?
"Grandpa, in my dream there was someone teaching me how to shoot. He was wearing a mental hospital uniform and a clown mask, and I didn't believe him at all. But guess what?"
Han Fei, with dead fish eyes: "I don't want to guess."
He already had a bad feeling: the patient in the mental hospital in his dream was probably the third brother in the original book.
"He told me to find a place to practice and see if the techniques he taught me were really useful. So I went to a shooting range and tried it out. To my surprise, I actually improved. I can now hit the bullseye 99 times out of 100 with ease!"
Han Fei looked at his arrogant third son, rubbed his forehead, and asked, "Did he make any requests?"
"Huh? Grandpa, how did you know?"
Han Fei lowered his eyes and said, "Heh."
"Grandpa said he can make me the best marksman in the world! But he has one condition: I have to protect Xiao Wu."
Han Chengshan shrugged, curled his lip, and said nonchalantly, "Xiao Wu is my brother, of course I have to protect him, do I need him to tell me that!"
"Since he asked you to protect Xiao Wu, you'll have to take good care of your fifth brother from now on."
"Of course! I'll definitely protect my brother!"
"Come on, I'll go with you to the real gun museum." Han Fei picked up a coat and put it on.
Han Chengshan rubbed his bald head, his eyes darting around, and said, "Grandpa, wait for me!"
With that, the third son hurriedly went back into the house.
A moment later, the third brother came out wearing the same clothes as Han Fei.
Han Fei's lips twitched: "When did you buy these clothes?"
"I told Aunt Chen that I want all of Grandpa's clothes to be the same!"
Han Fei now mostly wears Zhongshan suits for older people. Looking at his youngest son wearing an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit, he rubbed his forehead and said, "I didn't know you had become such a copycat."
The third child rubbed his bald head: "Grandpa and I have the same outfit! This is called matching family clothes! Grandpa, although I don't look as much like you as the fifth child, I'm still the second most like you. Look, when we go out, we'll definitely look like grandfather and grandson!"
Han Fei shook his head and decided to inform Chen Meilan privately that she should not let the third son wear the same clothes as him in the future.
A mischievous little brat, dressed in an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit, kept touching his bald head; he looked awkward no matter how you looked at him.
Two men, one big and one small, wearing Zhongshan suits and both bald, attracted a lot of attention on the street.
Han Fei silently put on a pair of sunglasses.
To my surprise, when I looked down, I saw that the third brother had also pulled out a pair of sunglasses from his pants pocket and put them on—the same style!
Han Fei sighed, "That's enough."
The youngest son grinned foolishly: "Grandpa, in my heart you are like a god. Imitating a god can make me stronger!"
Han Fei: "..."
Upon arriving at the real gun arena, Han Fei had the youngest brother demonstrate his skills to confirm that he had indeed learned real techniques in his dream. He then gave him a membership card so that he could come and practice on weekends.
They were about to leave when they encountered a guy dressed as a butterfly at the door.
A rough-looking man in the flower bed saw Han Fei and immediately fluttered over like a butterfly, saying, "Grandpa Han, give me a cheek kiss!"
Han Fei dodged it.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a miniature version of Grandpa Han standing there dumbfounded. He turned around and launched a sneak attack, grabbing the little third child in one big hug!
Having traveled abroad and learned English from the saleswoman, the youngest son was no stranger to cheek kisses, and the warm and beautiful saleswoman also liked them.
However, being held by a beautiful older woman is a completely different feeling from being held by a rough old man right now!
The third child felt disgusted and shouted, "Let me go! Grandpa, save me!"
Hua Chi laughed heartily and hugged the little third child tightly until the cheek kiss was completed, only then did he let go of the wailing boy.
"You must be the third son. I've heard your grandfather talk about you before. Seeing is believing, and you have a great figure!"
The little guy was terrified by being hugged and groped around. Looking at his flashy outfit, he felt uneasy: Could this guy be gay?
The youngest son hugged himself tightly and ran behind Han Fei, hiding there like a quail.
Hua Chi took the opportunity to pinch the little third brother's bones and said with great satisfaction, "His bones are extraordinary, and he has great talent for martial arts!"
"Be serious, you're scaring the child." Han Fei said helplessly.
Hua Chi grinned mischievously, "So timid? You need to be properly disciplined. I used to specialize in teaching kids how to build up their courage!"
Han Fei glanced around: "Are you sure you want to say these things in public?"
Hua Chi touched his nose, shook his head and sighed, "A true hero doesn't dwell on past glories! Forget it, it's all in the past!"
Hua Chi saw the gold-plated VIP card in Han Fei's hand and asked with a smile, "You got a card? How much did you top it up?"
"One hundred thousand."
"Wow! It's my treat today, I've made a killing!"
Han Fei looked at him suspiciously. Just then, a waitress ran over and called out to the flower bed, "Hello, boss!"
"Go ahead and do your thing!"
"Yes, boss!"
"Are you the owner here?" The third brother peeked out from behind Han Fei and looked at the flashy guy.
This outfit makes him look nothing like the owner of a gun-themed arcade; he looks more like a makeup artist or a barber shop owner.
Han Fei was also surprised: "The matchmaking company went bankrupt? How come you're running a real gun club now?"
"I never realized before that I have a real talent for business!"
Hua Chi said smugly, "My matchmaking company is doing very well, how could it possibly go bankrupt! I'm just itching to do something, legally indulging a little hobby of mine."
Got it! The assassin got used to handling guns, and since he couldn't own guns in China, he set up a legal real gun club. He's quite capable.
It seems that he's made quite a few connections by playing matchmaker for people these days. This kind of place isn't something just anyone can open.
Han Fei couldn't help but look at Hua Chi with new respect. His original impression of him was that of a cold-blooded and wicked killer, and he even thought that Hua Chi was genuinely passionate about playing matchmaker. Now it seemed that this guy was quite cunning and calculating.
Hua Chi reached out and pulled the third brother out from behind Han Fei, hooking his arm around the third brother's neck, making the third brother unable to move: "Little guy, how about calling me master?"
"I'll teach you boxing and marksmanship! I've got all these skills, and I'm just sitting around doing nothing. We get along really well, and your grandfather even promised to entrust your marriage to me. How about I pass on all my skills to you?"
"Grandpa, save me!" Han Chengshan couldn't break free, but he stubbornly retorted, "I don't want a pretty girl as my master, it would be so embarrassing if word got out!"
Han Fei seemed to be deep in thought.
The reason why Xiao chose this person to work for him among so many assassins was that, in the original book, he helped the third brother, otherwise the third brother would not have been able to escape at all.
In fact, after Xiao Laosan joined the assassin organization, Huachi, who was both his mentor and friend, helped him. Their years of friendship were genuine, which is why she risked betraying Xiao to help Xiao Laosan.
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