The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 485: Ten Ring Prodigy

Chapter 485: Chapter 485: Ten Ring Prodigy

Bullets were chambered, Yang Tiejun wore his earmuffs, raised his hand to shoot, and in one breath, all seven bullets pwew-pwew-pwew were fired.

Fifty meters away, the target board thudded after each shot, punched with a series of black holes around the bullseye.

As the target moved closer, the observer was excited to immediately call out the scores, "8 ring, 8 ring, 8 ring, 9 ring, 9 ring, 9 ring, 10 ring!"

"My goodness, Brother Yang is really defying the heavens!"

"That kid is definitely going to lose!"

"That’s what a sharpshooter looks like!"

A group of police officers exclaimed in surprise, as they hadn’t expected Yang Tiejun to achieve such a score, even better than his usual performance.

This would have been a contender for the gold at the Olympics!

At a distance of fifty meters, to shoot like this was nothing short of defying the heavens, especially to score a perfect ten.

He took off his earmuffs and had someone load the handgun and hand it to Long Fei.

Ding Xue, feeling nervous, cleared her throat and hurried over to whisper in Long Fei’s ear, "Let’s just call it off, shall we? We can come back another day."

"It’s fine, just playing around!"

Long Fei smiled calmly, without even putting on earmuffs, and stood in front of the target.

Ding Xue reminded him, "You should wear your earmuffs, or you could damage your hearing."

First-time shooters often failed to grasp the technique, and the recoil and explosive force of the gunshot could greatly stimulate the ears.

Her concerned expression elicited a mix of envy and resentment from the young officers around them.

Especially Yang Tiejun, whose face grew even longer.

Long Fei ignored her advice, casually raised the gun, and pulled the trigger carelessly.

The way he held the gun was extremely unconventional, with one hand, just like a rookie shooting balloons at a fair.

The other officers snorted in their hearts, thinking he believed himself to be Little Ma.

It was a cool stance, but could he actually hit anything?

Bang-bang-bang, a round of gunshots rang out.

Bullet after bullet whizzed out, and quickly all seven were spent.

A group of officers picked up binoculars, eager to look ahead.

Yang Tiejun couldn’t help squinting his eyes, wanting to know the outcome.

The target automatically moved forward, and the caller scrutinized it, frowning, "Huh, that’s odd, why is there only one mark of ten on the target?"

Upon closer inspection, others noticed the same oddity.

There was only one bullet hole, which had hit right in the center of the bullseye.

To say Long Fei’s marksmanship was terrible, that bullet seemed too accurately placed.

To say Long Fei’s marksmanship was good, but there was only one shot on target?

An officer called out to Long Fei, thrilled, "You lost, only one shot on target! Give our police flower back to us, Little Xue belongs to Brother Jun!"

The other officers were also excited, "Not bad, you do have some skill. Out of seven bullets, you managed to hit the target with one!"

"What skill is that, that shot must have been blind luck,"

"Exactly, one hit out of seven shots, if that isn’t guessing, what is?"

The officers looked down on Long Fei, thinking he was some kind of expert, only to see such meager ability.

If they were to shoot, although they might not get eights or nines, they would at least hit the target.

Ding Xue pouted in annoyance while looking at Long Fei, wondering why he bothered to compete in a shooting challenge for no reason.

Shooting skills come with the expense of bullets, and here he was, a first-time shooter challenging a shooting champion.

Yang Tiejun, holding binoculars, stared at the sandbags behind and was silent, his complexion even changing.

An officer prompted him, "Brother Yang, are you going to say something?"

"Yeah, Brother Yang, we won!"

"Brother Yang, why are you spacing out?"

"Hurry up and confess to Little Xue!"

Yang Tiejun put down his binoculars and what he said next shocked everyone.

"I lost!"

He looked at Long Fei with admiration and didn’t say another word.

The crowd looked at each other, not understanding what he meant.

Ding Xue was curious too, "How did you lose?"

Yang Tiejun gestured to an officer with his eyes, signaling him to check the sandbags for bullet heads.

The officer frowned and ran over.

After a careful inspection, he was astonished to discover that seven bullets had hit the exact same spot.

The others called out anxiously, "What on earth is going on?"

Shivering, the officer yelled at everyone, "Sharpshooter, oh my God, this is simply unimaginable!"

When he came back and told the other officers, they all stared at Long Fei with shock written all over their faces, their legs involuntarily starting to tremble.

Hold it in, I really want to kneel before this guy!

Why aren’t my legs obeying me!

Heavens, what kind of background does this person have?

Seven shots in the ten ring, and all in the same spot, even a sharpshooter isn’t this divine, right?

Yang Tiejun said to Ding Xue, "Little Xue, he truly is your match, I admit defeat. From now on, you take your path, and I’ll take mine; I absolutely won’t bother you in the slightest."

He said this to Ding Xue with a sense of loss and then left alone despondently.

He was defeated, years of feelings losing out to someone he had never met.

"Brother Yang!"

"What are you doing!"

"Wait for us!"

The other officers also left, offering Long Fei embarrassed smiles.

They treated someone who was clearly a king like a rookie and ridiculed him.

Thinking about it made their faces turn red!

In the vast shooting range, only Ding Xue and Long Fei were left.

Ding Xue asked with some confusion, "What’s going on, what are you all talking about?"

Long Fei chuckled, "You really don’t know?"

"Know what?"

Ding Xue frowned.

Long Fei said, "Brother Yang fancies you!"

Ding Xue’s face flushed, and she pouted, "How is that possible, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Long Fei teased her, "How did you even grow up with such intelligence?"

"Get lost!"

Ding Xue gnashed her teeth and complained, "You clearly have such good marksmanship, why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

Long Fei shrugged his shoulders, "I’m honestly shooting for the first time; I didn’t know before!"

Other people rely on their eyes and a feeling for the gun when they shoot.

His spiritual power was extraordinary; naturally, his feeling for the gun was a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary people, so hitting the ten ring was quite normal.

With his marksmanship not a problem anymore, Ding Xue didn’t waste any time, taking him to the police equipment room.

Inside, there were all sorts of police attire, things like gas masks, bulletproof gear, batons, handcuffs, detectors, wiretapping devices, and the like.

Most importantly, there were button-shaped evidence collection devices, some with video recording functions and others capable of recording sound.

She asked the equipment room instructor to explain everything carefully to Long Fei.

Long Fei, touching the handcuffs, became emotional as he remembered his first encounter with Ding Xue, when he had the ’honor’ of wearing these things.

They weren’t easy to open at the time, but now that he was holding them, he felt them out.

His spiritual power moved, and the lock’s pins rattled, allowing them to be easily locked and unlocked, more convenient than using a key.

The equipment room manager thought the handcuffs were broken and took a look at them carefully, only to be startled by Long Fei.

Ding Xue gave Long Fei a glare, thinking to herself there was no need for him to show off for nothing.

Long Fei’s eyes eventually wandered to her backpack, where the outer zipper was undone, revealing a small white pouch.

It felt soft to the touch and was quite special.

He casually took it out and looked it over, asking, "What kind of equipment is this?"

"What?"

Ding Xue turned around and took a glance, her face instantly turning red all the way to her neck. She snatched it from his hand and complained, "What are you randomly grabbing, really!"

She stuffed the little pouch back into her backpack, wishing she could block Long Fei’s eyes.

This thing wasn’t any kind of equipment; it was just a sanitary pad!

This big weirdo, totally asking despite knowing better.