My Cold And Beautiful Wife Chapter 127

0127

Ning Xuemo had a helpless look on her face as she said, "Young Master Fu, it's not like I'm a prize. I'll reward whoever wins. What does this have to do with spear arts?"

Fu Peng also felt that what he said was wrong and quickly explained, "Miss Ning, that's not what I meant. I just think that we should have a chance to fight for you!

As the saying goes, without a comparison, where does one get the advantage and the disadvantage? I cannot lose without knowing the reason! "

Ye Fan had no interest at all, and said, "Forget it, I don't want to compete."

"You don't know how to use a gun?" Fu Peng frowned. "Miss Ning's marksmanship is very accurate. How could she have taken a fancy to a man who doesn't know how to use a spear?"

"I will, but I don't need to compete right?" Ye Fan felt a little annoyed.

Fu Peng said, "Since that's the case, then compete with me. If you're a man, then don't be a woman, be a little more straightforward!

If I win, you have to leave Miss Ning. If I lose, I won't pursue Miss Ning anymore! "How about it?"

Ning Xuemo was displeased. "Young Master Fu, you have no right to interfere with my feelings!"

However, a trace of ridicule flashed through Ye Fan's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to stop the woman from talking, "A contest between men? Interesting... Although I'm not interested in compet.i.tions, but to prove who's more manly, I'll play a round with you. "

Ye Fan felt that if he continued to shrink back, he would appear to have no backbone, especially in front of his own woman.

Song Xinghe and Lu Jing'er revealed a playful expression. They all knew about Fu Peng's marksmanship. As the founder of the club, his shooting skills were naturally pretty good, it wasn't any weaker than some of the special forces.

"Ye Fan, you really dare to bet. If you lose later on, how awkward would Boss Ning be for Boss Ning?" Lu Jing'er sneered.

Ye Fan turned his head and looked at her, "What happens later, who can say for sure?" Didn't you want to see a joke last time as well?

Lu Jing Er's face turned ugly and she snorted. A hint of anger flashed across her eyes.

The loss of D Group's cooperation made her unable to raise her head in the Lu family and she was unwilling to go home for a few days.

Ye Fan smiled at Ning Zimo, "Ning'er, don't worry. I usually don't lose."

Ning Xuemo didn't know what to do with the man, but she also knew that even though Ye Fan seemed to be casual, he wouldn't do something that he wasn't confident in. Thus, she didn't say anything more.

The few of them arrived at the shooting-range.

"Smith & Wesson Third Generation, .45 large-caliber handgun. One person with ten rounds of bullets, shooting from fifty meters away. We'll win if we see who has the highest score." Fu Peng confidently explained the rules.

Ye Fan picked up the pistol and weighed it in his hand. It really was from the original factory, and was not a fake. This club was indeed not simple.

"No problem, then who wants to go first?"

Fu Peng said, "Say it, I'm fine with anything."

Ye Fan shrugged, "Then I think you should fight first and observe for a while."

Fu Peng smiled disdainfully. He didn't care at all. He picked up the gun, loaded the bullets, turned on the safety, and started shooting at a ring-shaped target fifty meters away.

"Bang, bang, bang …"

Fu Peng held the gun with both hands. His posture was very standard, and his firing rate was also just right. It was clear that he had been practicing often.

After the 10 shots were done, the electronic measuring system directly displayed the score on a screen above the shooting field.

"Eighty-seven rings!"

Fu Peng shouted happily and put down his gun. "What a pity! You met me in good condition today. This is basically close to my highest score. If you give up, I will understand as well."

Eighty-seven rings was basically his every bullet. At a distance of fifty meters, he could hit an area the size of his palm.

This was very difficult for an ordinary person to achieve. After all, the counterforce of a real gun was very strong, not to mention it was a large caliber gun.

Ning Xuemo also frowned. Her marksmanship was pretty good in the club, but it was also very rare for her to have more than 80 laps. She couldn't help but worry that Ye Fan would be able to beat Fu Peng.

Ye Fan didn't say anything, and slowly picked up his gun, loading the bullets one by one.

He thought that Fu Peng was very skilled, but had only managed to form over eighty rings. He thought that if he was able to produce an outrageous score, then these people would definitely suspect what he did in the past.

Thinking about this, Ye Fan felt that he should have just about fought...

He raised his gun and fired.

"Bang, bang, bang …"

Ye Fan also held a gun in two hands, as if he was imitating Fu Peng. But in reality, Ye Fan's eyes weren't focused at all. Because of this distance, he even knew how to hit the target with his eyes closed.

After the ten shots were done, Fu Peng hastily pressed the b.u.t.ton for the statistics.

"Eighty …" "Eight!?" Fu Peng gritted his teeth as he read out the numbers, unable to believe his eyes.

Ye Fan grinned, "Sorry, I almost beat you."

"You … This is dog s.h.i.t luck! " Fu Peng scolded.

Ye Fan clicked his tongue, "Could it be that you don't want to admit it?"

Fu Peng looked unresigned, but he couldn't refute her. He could only say: "Let's compete again, two out of three!"

Ye Fan waved his hand, "Since we agreed on a game to decide the victor, and you changed the rules, I won't play with people who break their word."

"You …" Fu Peng's face was filled with reluctance when he thought of how he wouldn't be able to chase after Ning Zimo in the future.

Lu Jing'er looked at Song Xinghe, then rolled his eyes and said, "How about this, as a good friend, our family's Xinghe will compete for Fu Peng. If Xinghe wins, the bet just now will be cancelled, pretend nothing happened."

As he spoke, he even reached out his hand to caress Song Xinghe and said in a tender voice, "Xinghe, you have to help Fu Peng. His loss is too unfair."

Song Xinghe was dissatisfied with Lu Jing Er's decision, but he did not reveal it.

Fu Peng immediately clapped when he heard this, "That's a good suggestion! "Ye Fan, if you don't compete with me, would you dare to compete with Director Song?"

"Are you done yet?" You want to compete more? " Ye Fan sighed and said, "What's more, this won't do me any good anyway."

Song Xinghe squinted his eyes and thought for a while before saying, "How about this, if I win, the compet.i.tion between Ye Fan and Fu Peng will be cancelled.

"If I lose, I'll give you one million. Consider that one million is my gift to Fu Peng as a friend."

Fu Peng laughed and patted Song Xinghe's shoulders, "Old Song, you're really nice! It's settled! "

Ye Fan couldn't help but feel strange, this Song Xinghe wanted to compete with him that much?

"You have to be careful, Director Song's marksmanship is one of the best in the club. He often scores above 90 points!" Ning Zimo reminded him from the side.

Ye Fan didn't care about all this, and said, "Since you are already so sincere, then let's have another match."

After reloading the bullets, Song Xinghe picked up the gun with one hand and calmly started shooting.

After a series of ten sharp and crisp gunshots, Song Xinghe did not even bother looking as he walked away.

The heck! Old Song, you're great! Ninety-eight rings?! " Fu Peng exclaimed, "You must have broken the club's record!?" Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

After reporting, the maintenance staff will correct the section content within two minutes. Please be patient and refresh the page.