Hong Kong variety show: My handsome son, Kwan, is a master at making money in Hung Hing.

"Mr. Peng, please have a seat." Qin Tai was waiting for this future top marksman talent, whom he had already scouted out. A bright smile appeared on his face as he asked, "Are the air rifles I ordered ready?"

"Of course, I brought them all. The kinetic energy is no more than two joules, so the lethality is limited. There's no need to worry about accidental injury. Moreover, after my modifications, they are very suitable for beginners."

Peng Yixing opened his briefcase, revealing a pair of uniquely designed modified air guns, and introduced them one by one as if they were his own treasures.

At this moment, Peng Yixing couldn't help but scrutinize Qin Tai, this strange sugar daddy customer.

The reason it's considered strange is that not long ago, he was a top-notch shooting instructor, belonging to a private, high-end shooting association. Each member's annual fee exceeded one million, and he even had connections to police special training bases.

Whether it's custom-modifying firearms or providing one-on-one instruction, the prices are extremely high, and only the wealthy and firearms enthusiasts are willing to hire him.

But this teacher paid out of his own pocket to provide him with a day of special training, and his purpose was simply to let an entire class of students experience the joy of shooting balloons?

This is truly baffling. Logically speaking, even if it's a class team-building event to celebrate Christmas, they could just organize some simple activities themselves. Why would they specifically buy a modified air gun and even hire a top-tier instructor like myself who charges exorbitant fees?

Could this be the legendary case of someone being foolish and rich?

Is being a teacher really that lucrative these days?

Qin Tai pretended to inspect the air rifle, nodded and said, "Very good, the students will definitely like it. So, Mr. Peng, I'd like to ask you to guide the students in their practice. This afternoon, the class will be holding a shooting competition in the gymnasium, and I'd also like to ask you to be the referee."

“No problem!” Peng Yixing shrugged and smiled gently. “This is probably the easiest coaching activity I’ve ever taken on. There’s not even a need to set up the shooting range.”

Peng Yixing still looks like a sunny and cheerful young man.

Who would have thought that a bloodthirsty and terrifying beast slumbers within him? The moment it sees blood, it will completely break free of its seal, transforming him into a born cold-blooded killer. His marksmanship buff will surge to its peak, with his berserk state, endurance, and accuracy greatly enhanced!

Unfortunately, he didn't understand the principle that "if you have no woman in your heart, you will naturally draw your sword and become a god." He was dragged down by his motherly girlfriend, and in the end, his Dao heart was shattered. He died at the hands of the vicious villain Miao Zhishun, and instead became a stepping stone for Miao to gain fame and merit.

It's both tragic and lamentable.

"After tomorrow, this talent will be successfully secured!"

As Qin Tai watched Peng Yixing diligently working, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

This bombing by international terrorists was almost entirely unprofitable for Qin Tai. At most, his involvement was just to ensure Cao Dahua's successful meritorious service, while also indulging in his role as a feisty teacher, flirting with female students and teachers.

However, as a shrewd investor, one should naturally pursue maximum profit.

So Qin Tai lured Peng Yixing with a large sum of money, hoping he would experience the thrill of bloodshed firsthand the next day, unlocking the beast within him. After all, by legally and legitimately eliminating terrorists, he wouldn't have to worry about moral or legal punishment; on the contrary, he would receive a justifiable reward and wouldn't be embroiled in a criminal scandal.

Once this precedent is set, Peng Yixing will be unable to stop his forty-meter-long sword.

From beginning to end, Peng Yixing was the protagonist of this stage play; the other supporting actors were merely there to accompany him.

"Brother Tai, I've got all the gear ready! The Major Crimes Unit and the Flying Tigers are assembled. As soon as those terrorists make their move, I guarantee they won't come back alive!"

Cao Dahua, who was temporarily working as a school janitor, excitedly reported that he had even prepared a leather jacket to cosplay as the Terminator tomorrow. He was just waiting to show off his skills in front of a group of reporters and play the role of a lone hero. He was sure he would become a heartthrob among the housewives and be invincible in the police station.

Everything is ready; all that's left is for the villain to make his appearance!

Christmas is coming soon.

The entire St. Yu-Chiang Middle School was immersed in a festive atmosphere, decorated with Christmas trees and organizing all sorts of novel games, from dressing up as Santa Claus to spinning a lucky draw wheel to air gun competitions where you could win dolls.

Peng Yixing, who was paid to do the job, was completely unaware of the impending crisis. He taught the students professional gun-holding postures in a systematic way, practicing them again and again. The students were so engrossed in the novel and interesting ways to play that they couldn't tear themselves away.

"Puff puff!"

As the Flying Tigers' number one assassin, Stephen Chow skillfully and elegantly shot the target in one go. Several balloons popped in succession, all hitting the bullseye.

The whole process drew cheers and admiration from many female students; he was so handsome it was unbelievable.

He struck what he thought was a cool pose, showing off his chiseled jawline, deliberately trying to impress He Min and Cindy with his handsome charm. But when he looked closely, he rolled his eyes in frustration once again.

Cindy, Teacher He, and even Teacher Li Xinxin were all gathered around Qin Tai, chatting and laughing happily. They were decorating a Christmas tree together. Qin Tai, the old driver, told some kind of R-rated joke, which made the women laugh so hard they were shaking. They were all vying for attention and it was a beautiful sight to behold!

It was laughable that all his efforts had been just a show for the blind; the overwhelming sense of defeat almost knocked him to the ground.

Comparing people to each other is so annoying!

Teacher He, Cindy, please don't be blinded by this scumbag's appearance. Actually, I am the one in a million perfect man...

"Hey, big brother, you're blocking my view! Please move aside!" Zhou Xingxing's forehead was covered in black lines as he looked at Peng Yixing, who had suddenly blocked his view, with a displeased expression.

The latter, however, looked at him with admiration and suddenly asked a question that sent chills down Zhou Xingxing's spine: "Zhou Xingxing, to have this accuracy and grip, you must have received at least many years of professional training. And your aiming habits are very similar to those of the Flying Tigers..."

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Upon hearing this, Stephen Chow's expression changed drastically. He never expected that simply showing off would almost expose his identity!

You must understand, he is currently undercover at St. Yuqiang Middle School, a place where all sorts of people mingle. Not only are there undercover agents from the ZZ Department, but also henchmen and informants of international terrorists. If he were to rashly expose his identity, not only would all his efforts in this desperate battle be in vain, but it might also lead to his death!

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

Stephen Chow shuddered and blurted out, "So what if I'm a natural genius? Let me tell you, I touched a gun when I was three, mastered firearms at five, could shoot an arrow through a willow leaf from a hundred paces at eight, and had unparalleled marksmanship at ten, making me invincible. At thirteen, I mastered gunfighting techniques that could make bullets curve, and at eighteen, I could catch bullets with my bare hands. Are you scared yet?"

Peng Yixing was speechless upon hearing this.

Pshaw, if you want to hide your identity, just say so. Why beat around the bush and brag?

Do you really think I'm a three-year-old? Even with my top-level skill, which is far ahead of the national shooting association, I wouldn't dare to call myself a master who is invincible!

You still dare to boast about your unparalleled skill, like bullet-curving gunfighting? Catching bullets with your bare hands... you're probably just writing a fantasy comic storyboard on the spot!

However, what was said without intention was taken seriously by the listener. Zhou Xingxing's boastful talk unexpectedly activated Qin Tai's long-dormant system notification.