Sun Wenbin's little tricks, of course, couldn't fool everyone.
As soon as it was announced that the competition would be using Desert Eagles, even Zhao Yuyáo began to feel a bit worried.
Zhao Yuy Yao knew Chen Fan was good at fighting, but since she met him, she had never seen him use a gun.
To say nothing of the sheer recoil of such a beast as the Desert Eagle!

Chen Fan saw Zhao Yuy Yao's worry and smiled, shaking his head and saying, "Don't worry."

If you can't use a gun, what kind of mercenary are you?

If Chen Fan were truly to lose to Sun Wenbin, he would find a knife and slit his own throat.
Once Sun Wenbin had decided on the firearms for the competition, the staff brought out two Desert Eagles and handed them to Chen Fan and Sun Wenbin.
Sun Wenbin skillfully checked his firearm, loaded the magazine, and then gripped it with both hands.
Then, Sun Wenbin glanced at Chen Fan beside him.

Only Chen Fan could be seen holding a gun with one hand, seemingly at random.

Sun Wenbin saw this and sneered in his heart: "What a conceited bumpkin! To dare to hold the Desert Eagle with one hand, wait till I beat you up! This young master will make you lose your heart!"
Chen Fan's single-handed gun wielding form fell into the eyes of the onlookers.
Suddenly, jeers erupted.
"This guy is such an idiot! He's never used a gun before, you'd think he'd at least know that the Desert Eagle has a powerful recoil! One-handing it? Are you kidding me!"

"Just now, I heard this guy talking about the origins and information of firearms. I thought he was pretty knowledgeable, but it turns out he's just trying to impress people!"

"The Zhao family is really in trouble this time. Sun Wenbin has been receiving formal firearms training since he was a child. The Zhao family trusted this bumpkin, it was a blunder! A hundred billion project, they're going to hand it over!"

"Why didn't I just join the bet earlier! I really regret it!"
At this time, Zhang Mengwan walked in front of Chen Fan and sneered: "Chen Fan, I know you agreed to Sun Gongzi's bet just to put on a good show in front of me. It's a pity that you're going to be slapped in the face very soon!"

"I just don't understand, why don't you just take the breakup fee my Zhang family gave you and get out of Jing Shui City? Why do you have to drag the Zhao family down with you?"
"You, a bumpkin with no ambition whatsoever, are someone I, Zhang Mengwan, would never consider in a million years. Your attempt to get my attention is doomed to fail."

Looking at Zhang Mengwan's ferocious face, Chen Fan frowned. He found that his decision to sever ties with the Zhang family was truly wise.

Zhang Mengwan is just a woman who has only beauty, but lacks substance.

At its core, it's just a pile of dirt.

No manners!

And when Zhao Yuyao heard Zhang Mengwan mercilessly humiliate Chen Fan, she couldn't stand it anymore and said in a deep voice, "The person my Zhao family has high hopes for is none of your business."

"Master Chen, please feel free to challenge me. No matter the outcome, my Zhao family will take responsibility for it!"

Chen Fan smiled upon hearing this, showing some approval for Zhao Yuyao's courage.
Then, Chen Fan looked at Zhang Mengwan, without concealing the disgust in his eyes, and said: "Zhang Mengwan, you are too narcissistic. You do have some beauty, but in my eyes, women like you are just clowns."

You're not worthy of me using these methods to please you.

"You still need to call Zhang Qianxi as soon as possible and have him prepare 250 million in cash. Otherwise, you won't be able to leave the Zijubing Garden today!"

Sun Wenbin's confidence surged after seeing Chen Fan's way of holding a gun.

Suddenly, he mocked: “Chen Fan, are you still pretending to be tough? Target shooting isn't some childish game like you hicks think. This is a high-end recreational activity! You probably haven't even played before, have you?”

"This is a place you lowlife scum could never step foot in your entire life! Today, I'll open your eyes and show you what a real sharpshooter is!"

Chen Fan retorted with a sneer, "I haven't played this kind of game. After all, in my eyes, games like this that involve shooting targets are too foolish. They can't kill anyone and they don't effectively practice accuracy."

"Let's get this over with! I'm ready, and I'm coming for your Sun and Zhang families' money!"

Sun Wenbin let out a cold snort, put on his protective gear, and walked to the shooting range.

Seeing so many people praising him, Sun Wenbin's heart was filled with newfound confidence.

He expertly chambered a round, aimed, and then pulled the trigger.
"Bang!!!"

A deafening gunshot echoed through the air. The Desert Eagle's massive recoil numbed Sun Wenbin's wrist.
Sun Wenbin, in order to appear nonchalant in front of others, casually put away his pistol.
Indeed, Sun Wenbin's actions left Zhang Mengwan in awe:

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
"As expected of someone who received formal firearms training from a young age, the Desert Eagle in Sun Wenbin's hands, or "Sun Shao," felt like it had significantly reduced recoil!"

"Chen Fan, you must be regretting accepting the bet now!"

At this moment, Sun Wenbin glanced at his target, then turned to Chen Fan with a sneer: "Oh, I didn't expect that with just a random aim, I hit nine rings! Chen Fan, are you feeling the pressure?"

Chen Fan was too lazy to pay attention to Sun Wenbin, this fool. But this appearance in Sun Wenbin's eyes, however, became Chen Fan starting to be afraid.

Then, Sun Wenbin sneered: "Country bumpkin, you were quite talkative a while ago. Why are you quiet now? Scared? Let me tell you, it's too late to regret now! The agreement is signed, even if you kneel down and call me grandpa now, it won't change anything! Hahaha!"
After that, Sun Wenbin continued shooting.

The remaining six shots scored a total of fifty-four rings.

With the addition of the previous nine rings, we now have a score of sixty-three rings!

Sun Wubin, beaming with pride, put down the Desert Eagle and taunted Chen Fan: "Chen Fan, see my score? Fifty-four rings. On average, I get nine rings per bullet."
"My skill level, even against some professional players, I can stand toe-to-toe with them! What do you have to compare yourself to me?"

Chen Fan crossed his arms and sneered, "You're getting cocky over an average score of nine rings? Your vision is too narrow!"
Chen Fan walked to the shooting range, his wrist quivering.
"Snap!"
The magazine flew into the chamber!

This dashing racking motion caught the eye of all the onlookers.
Sun Wenbin couldn't help but furrow his brow.
This Chen Fan, he seems to have some potential!

Little did he know, Chen Fan's next sentence made Sun Wenbin sneer again.

"Just shooting at a stationary target is too boring," Chen Fan said, looking at the staff member. "Let's make the target move!"

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