The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 484: If You’re Not Convinced, Let’s Compete Again

Chapter 484: Chapter 484: If You’re Not Convinced, Let’s Compete Again

Ding Xue took a deep breath, not expecting Yang Tiejun’s temper to be still so volatile, ready to challenge at the drop of a hat.

She reminded Yang Tiejun, "Hey, what’s wrong with you? I asked you to help train my friend, who said he wanted to challenge you?"

Yang Tiejun pointed at her, his neck stiff as he said, "Little Xue, don’t speak. This is a matter between us men."

Someone in the crowd teased, "Little Xue, Brother Yang is being protective here!"

"Miss Ding, after all these years, don’t you understand Brother Tiejun’s feelings?"

"Ding Xue is ours and Big Brother Yang’s, we reject outsiders’ interference!"

A group of people looked at Long Fei, collectively excluding him.

Someone wanted to take away their police flower, how could that be allowed.

Yang Tiejun ignored what they were saying and shouted at Long Fei, "How about it, do you have the guts to accept the challenge?"

"Let’s do it then!"

Long Fei looked helplessly at Ding Xue, with things having escalated to this point, there was no reason to back down.

His tone was always nonchalant, as if he would remain calm even if the sky were falling.

In others’ view, he was full of pretense.

Ding Xue watched the two men with a speechless expression, letting them make all the noise they wanted.

When it came to assembling firearms, Yang Tiejun was unconvinced, thinking that Long Fei had just happened upon a gun model he was familiar with.

He challenged Long Fei, "Dare you compete with me in assembling a submachine gun?"

Long Fei replied indifferently, "Sure, but you’ll have to demonstrate it to me first, I really haven’t assembled one before."

"Still playing dumb with me!"

Yang Tiejun felt like spitting blood, seeing how serious he was, as if he were telling the truth.

He motioned for a disciple nearby to come up and demonstrate to Long Fei.

"Watch carefully!"

That disciple racked his brains and intentionally assembled it in an atypical manner.

If Long Fei knew, he would undoubtedly point it out.

Then he would be slapping his own face.

If he didn’t know, and one step was incorrect, it would take him extra time.

Then his master would be guaranteed to win.

The onlookers kept silent, and Yang Tiejun also wanted to see Long Fei’s reaction.

Ding Xue ignored them, remaining silent.

Click, click, the safety was pulled up.

Yang Tiejun’s disciple patted the submachine gun and called out, "Alright, that’s more or less how it’s done. Did you get a clear look?"

Long Fei nodded, having already rehearsed the entire process in his mind, even coming up with a dozen simpler methods on his own.

"Let’s start the competition then!"

Yang Tiejun stood beside Long Fei, with a complete set of submachine gun parts laid out in front of each of them.

Two young police officers timed them, shouting in unison, "Start!"

A bunch of people cheered for Yang Tiejun, accompanied by the snapping sounds of gun assembly.

In under five seconds, Long Fei’s gun went ’click’ as he pulled the bolt back.

After a crisp spring sound, the young police officer in charge of the timer came to his senses and pressed the stopwatch.

4.56 seconds!

He couldn’t help but shout out, and others also flocked to take a look.

Yang Tiejun’s hand trembled, completing the assembly only after more than a dozen seconds.

With a snap, he pulled the bolt back and slammed it down on the table, frustrated, and grumbled at Long Fei, "And you say you don’t know?"

His apprentice shouted, "I can prove that he is absolutely skilled in firearm assembly. What I just taught him was not the way he did it, yet he could follow the correct procedure, if that’s not lying, what is?"

Others said angrily, "Is it fun to deceive us like this?"

"If you want to slap our faces, just say so, why sneak around?"

"Dude, you’ve gone too far!"

Ding Xue frowned as she watched, noticing that Long Fei’s movements indeed did not follow the instructions given.

"Could it be that he knows how to do this?"

Surprisingly, she looked at Long Fei and thought to herself, could this guy be a retired special forces soldier from some esteemed background?

For all this time, had she been fooled by his simple and honest appearance?

Long Fei remained calm and explained, "I’m sorry, I was just playing it by ear just now, looking for the quickest method. If you don’t believe me, I’ll demonstrate a few other methods for you."

With a slap of his hands on the gun, the disassembly was almost invisible, and gun parts were scattered all over the table.

Everyone was astonished, putting aside issues of character, his technique was magical, unquestionably outclassing everyone present.

He showed everyone once more, using several different sequences he had come up with, and reassembled the gun.

The speed was the same, only the order of assembling the parts was slightly different.

People looked at each other, all taken aback.

In the past, they had followed the book, using sequences taught by former instructors, who would have thought there were so many other ways to assemble a gun?

Long Fei told them, "If you don’t believe me, let’s try with other firearms, I can demonstrate a few more techniques for you."

The group looked at one another; seeing him speak so earnestly, they really didn’t know whether he was faking it or not.

Ding Xue, somewhat bored, said to Yang Tiejun, "The competition is done, can we call it a day now?"

Yang Tiejun, not convinced, said, "How can we? I may have lost this round, but that doesn’t mean I’ll lose the next one!"

He asked someone to bring bullets over, picked up a pistol, and said to Long Fei, "Come on, let’s compare shooting skills. If you can win again, I’ll willingly give you Little Xue. But if you lose, please stay away from Little Xue from now on."

The colleagues chuckled and called out, "Brother Yang, aren’t you just making it hard for him? Everyone knows your shooting skills are among the best in the nation, how can he compete with you?"

"Yeah, Brother Yang, isn’t this just bullying?"

"Brother Yang, looking across the country, there are not many who dare to compete with you, right?"

"I think he won’t accept the challenge. Being good at assembling guns doesn’t mean he’s good at shooting!"

Some even purposely provoked Long Fei, who was very confident in Yang Tiejun’s marksmanship.

Ding Xue shouted in exasperation, "What are you doing, using me as a betting stake?"

Yang Tiejun frowned and said, "Little Xue, as I said, this is a matter for us men, could you please stop interrupting?"

Ding Xue took a deep breath, glanced at Long Fei, and signaled him not to agree.

She knew Yang Tiejun’s shooting skills well; in the police force’s grand martial arts competition, he was a guaranteed champion.

Long Fei, seemingly oblivious to her signaling, shrugged his shoulders and said calmly, "Alright, let’s compare shooting skills then!"

He still bore an unruffled demeanor.

His attitude appeared so showy, it was infuriating, almost to the point where people wanted to beat him up.

Ding Xue felt like she was going to spit blood, thinking to herself, my goodness, if you lose, are you really going to ignore me from now on?

"Great, a true man keeps his word. I hope you do as you say."

Yang Tiejun’s mouth curved up, and he gestured for someone to set up the shooting targets.

He wanted to use his strength to counter-attack, especially in shooting with a pistol, where Yang Tiejun was confident that no one could match him.

Theoretically, the shooting range for police pistols is fifty meters.

Shooting at this distance, subject to various factors, is also the most challenging test of one’s marksmanship.

The policemen usually practice the four-seven drill, which requires shooting seven bullets within seven seconds at a seven-meter distance, hitting a seven-centimeter range on the enemy’s head target.

This distance doesn’t require much skill; normally, anyone challenging Yang Tiejun, just upon hearing about a fifty-meter shooting target, would back down right away.