Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 396 Strong Counterattack! Sister Lan’s Spear Technique [2 More Updates]

Chapter 396: 396 Strong Counterattack! Sister Lan’s Spear Technique [2 More Updates]

His voice attracted the attention of others.

Among the guests attending tonight’s banquet were not only people from the Northern Lands but also those from the Starman Federal Empire, the Southern Ming Principality, and locals from the Global Center.

Ye Wanlan, Yan Tingfeng, and Xiang Shaoyu were the only three people from Shenzhou at the banquet.

"What are they doing attending a court banquet in the Northern Lands?"

"Alas, they still think they’re in the Shenzhou of 300 years ago, always babbling about some ’all nations coming to court,’ thinking too highly of themselves."

"You can’t say that, Shenzhou’s development these past few years has been quite good, they ranked third in gold medals at last year’s international sports meet, and it seems they also won several competitions."

"What’s the use of that? Aren’t they still being suppressed by the Global Center?"

The sounds of sarcasm and ridicule were relentless, and Matvey’s smile grew wider.

Public opinion could crush a person.

Today, regardless of whether Xiang Shaoyu participated in the shooting game, he was already on the losing side.

"Click!"

Suddenly, something cold pressed against Matvey’s forehead, his body froze instantly, and cold sweat ran down his face.

Cries of alarm rose.

Ye Wanlan held a pistol, her finger also on the trigger, and she casually asked, "Do you always talk this much nonsense? Did we say we weren’t participating?"

Matvey had never expected that in front of everyone, the maid accompanying Xiang Shaoyu would dare to make a move against him.

But he had not seen how Ye Wanlan had drawn the gun, nor when she had approached him.

Matvey could clearly see the girl’s index finger lightly tapping the trigger over and over, each tap causing his heart to skip a beat.

If the trigger were really pulled...

"Stop!" a stern voice shouted, "Lady, please put down the gun, what are you trying to do?!"

The speaker was the captain of the Court Knight Squad, who moved forward, surrounding Ye Wanlan.

"It’s just a joke among friends," Ye Wanlan responded, unflustered. "It’s not time to shoot yet."

She moved the gun away, and Matvey’s clothes were already soaked with sweat.

He stared intensely at the Eastern girl in front of him, a murderous intent forming in his heart.

This faint murderous intent was almost instantly captured by Yan Tingfeng as he slowly lifted his hat, his handsome face showing no change whatsoever.

Matvey wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Young Master Shaoyu, what does this mean?"

However, Xiang Shaoyu didn’t speak.

"If winning just means meeting the Empress, this shooting game isn’t very interesting," Ye Wanlan rotated the gun in her hand and smiled faintly. "Or are you saying, you’ve become too poor to offer a decent prize?"

Her light statement instantly flipped the situation.

Matvey’s smile stiffened, clearly not expecting Ye Wanlan to say such a thing.

He looked towards Xiang Shaoyu, saw that Shaoyu still had no reaction, his expression turned somewhat gloomy, his voice squeezed through clenched teeth, "Then what do you want?"

"If we win, I want to take ten antique pieces from your family’s collection," Ye Wanlan said with a slight smile.

"Ten pieces?" Matvey was both shocked and angry, "Why don’t you just rob us?"

"Correct, these antiques were indeed robbed by you in the past," Ye Wanlan responded unhurriedly. "Now returning them to their rightful owner isn’t too much, is it?"

Matvey’s family, the Petrovichs, had started as bandits.

years ago, when Shenzhou fell, many from the Petrovich family took advantage of the situation to loot.

After returning to the Northern Lands, some antiques were sent to the Northern Lands Museum, while others were hidden in the private treasure vaults of the Petrovich family.

The current Clan Leader of the Petrovich family, Oleg Petrovich, had once held several exhibitions, inviting people from various parts to view the family’s collection.

Apart from antiques from the Ning Dynasty, there were also many precious items from the Shun and Yong Dynasties.

"I’m telling you, that’s impossible!" Matvey trembled violently with extreme anger, "And I can’t agree to that either."

Ye Wanlan nodded, "A servant indeed cannot represent the entire Petrovich family."

"Matvey, call your master," Xiang Shaoyu finally spoke. "You’re not qualified to negotiate with us about the matters to come."

"You..." Matvey clenched his fists.

He didn’t want to lose face, but remembering the ultimate purpose of tonight’s banquet, he could only swallow his pride and report back to the Clan Leader.

After a while, the elder, the current Clan Leader of the Petrovich family—Oleg Petrovich, returned with Matvey.

"It’s been years, Shaoyu, you’ve grown up so much," Oleg smiled warmly, speaking in Chinese, "When you were little, I even held you in my arms. I was an old acquaintance of your grandfather."

"Grandfather mentioned that the last time you visited the Xiang Family, near the Qianyuan Treasury, the guards caught you," Shaoyu also smiled. "It’s good they found you, otherwise, if you had triggered something and died on the spot, grandfather would have had trouble explaining to the Petrovich family."

This had happened at the beginning of the twentieth century, when he had just been born, and it was something Old Master Xiang had mentioned later.

Oleg’s smile faded, skipping the pleasantries, he got straight to the point: "I’m aware of what Matvey mentioned, and I agree to add this wager; if you win, you can take any ten cultural artifacts."

Shaoyu made no comment, "And if we lose?"

Oleg smiled again, "If you lose, Shaoyu, you’ll have to apologize for the people you’ve brought."

Hearing this, a hesitant expression crossed Shaoyu’s face.

"How about this, let’s add some more stakes," Oleg suggested persuasively. "You can take a hundred antiques, how about that?"

Shaoyu promptly agreed, "Alright, no problem."

That was the answer he was waiting for.

"These are the contestants for today’s shooting game," Oleg coughed several times. "Shaoyu, if you’re ready, we can begin at any time."

To Oleg’s left, there were about a dozen people, all dressed in black uniforms.

Among them, there were several familiar faces.

"Isn’t that person who ranked in the top ten at the Global Center last year a sharpshooter?"

"Not just that, that one over there is ranked fourth in the world!"

At this moment, everyone’s gaze simultaneously fell on Ye Wanlan and her two companions, all filled with pity.

It was clear that the Petrovich family had prepared well, having hired experienced sharpshooters for the game.

"Out of respect for the cultural relics, Young Master Shaoyu is entrusting his fortune and life to a young girl, which I truly admire," Matvey said with a half-smile. "Then I wish Young Master Shaoyu can truly bring back a hundred antiques to Shenzhou."

"You’re doing this deliberately!" Shaoyu glared.

"Ah, you can’t say that, it’s just a trade between us," Oleg chuckled like a cunning old fox. "Let’s go to the shooting range, and let us witness the shooting skills of Shenzhou."

Shaoyu turned around, and the expression on his face disappeared, returning to calm.

Yan Tingfeng, his long fingers caressing a thermos cup, spoke unhurriedly: "Not bad acting."

"It was indeed an act to appear weak earlier, to force them to offer better terms," Shaoyu pressed his temples. "But after seeing the sharpshooters they brought, I’m genuinely worried."

"There’s nothing to worry about," Tingfeng’s eyebrows rose slightly, his eyes filled with a gentle, light smile. "Since Xiao Wan stepped forward, she must be sure of winning."

Shaoyu was slightly startled, "Have you seen Miss Ye shoot?"

"No."

"Then you still—"

Tingfeng cut her off, "I just have unreserved faith in her, we’ll see soon enough."

The shooting range was filled with people, and Ye Wanlan had also changed into a black shooting outfit.

Including her, there were eleven participants in this shooting game.

"Bang!"

The first contestant took the shot.

A number quickly flashed on the screen—

9.5 points!

points were the maximum, and 9.5 was already a high score.

Next, the other contestants took their turns shooting.

The scores of their first shots were all above 9 points, and one even scored 9.9 points.

Ye Wanlan, last in line, showed no changes in her demeanor; instead, she was cleaning the gun in her hand, appearing calm and steady.

"Bang!"

The second to last contestant scored the first perfect 10!

Every one of these ten contestants was a skilled sharpshooter with extremely strong mental fortitude.

Finally, Ye Wanlan picked up her gun and pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

It was... six shots in a row!