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

But the most important thing today is to determine who is better than Peng Yixing and compete for the championship!

"Game start!"

As the referee's voice rang out, the contestants gave it their all, and soon three dark horses emerged with an overwhelming advantage.

It was none other than Yuan Haoyun, who was ranked third on the leaderboard, and Miao Zhishun, who was ranked second.

And Peng Yixing, who is far ahead in first place.

"Hey buddy, it's time to get serious. It's beneath us to let an amateur gunman stand in front of our team's top shooter."

After finishing his last match, Yuan Haoyun casually brushed past Joe, the supervising officer, and gave him some instructions.

A sinister and malicious grin spread across Joe's obese face: "Don't worry, I'll make him feel the pressure of having a master behind him!"

Yuan Haoyun smiled knowingly, seemingly unfazed by such shady dealings.

Sure enough, when Peng Yixing left the field, the whole audience cheered. He began to conquer the field with incredible speed. His cool DOUBLETAP maneuvers were amazing. Just as he was about to complete his final burst of shots, he suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation and almost missed the target.

He glanced at it.

The warden, Joe, stood seemingly casually behind him, but he was staring at him menacingly. To increase the sense of intimidation, he deliberately placed his groping hand on the butt of his gun at his waist, as if he might draw his gun and launch a sneak attack at any moment.

True masters are keenly aware of every slight movement, and even with Qin Tai's warning, Peng Yixing almost fell into a trap!

His face darkened, and a surge of murderous rage rose within him. He forced it down, and after the match, looking at his disappointing result, he couldn't help but sigh.

Joe smugly approached Yuan Haoyun and Miao Zhishun, boasting about his great achievements: "Hehe, how about it? Now you can feel the pressure of a master, right?"

Miao Zhishun feigned anger and said, "JOE, I just want a fair fight!"

"Relax, Mr. Miao. Even football has behind-the-scenes manipulations. What's wrong with what Joe did? Does he still consider us friends?"

Yuan Haoyun grinned and didn't care about the so-called fairness at all.

Miao Zhishun immediately seized the opportunity to back down: "Alas, you guys have really caused me a lot of trouble!"

Judging from his animated expression, there was no trace of bitterness in his mouth.

Next up was Miao Zhishun's match. He glanced at Peng Yixing's score on the leaderboard and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. As long as he gave it his all, he was confident that he could catch up with or even surpass his opponent!

At worst, it will drag on to overtime. If Joe pulls the same trick again, this year's championship is his for the taking!

"Action!"

With the referee's command, Miao Zhishun skillfully completed the gun-drawing action he had practiced countless times, raised his gun and aimed at the bullseye, but just as he was about to pull the trigger...

"Consider yourself lucky. I'll show you what the true pressure of a master is like!"

Qin Tai, far away in the audience, squinted his eyes, his master-level will seemingly condensed into a thunderous hammer, which slammed directly towards Miao Zhishun.

brush!

In an instant, a powerful and continuous sense of oppression, like a mountain, swept over him. Miao Zhishun, who was still in the arena, was struck dumb as if by lightning. He was terrified, as if a primordial beast from the abyss was staring at him with its blood-red eyes, ready to devour him at any moment.

He felt the hairs on his body stand on end, and in an instant, his face turned deathly pale.

Peng Peng!

With a flick of his wrist, he fired the first two shots, and they both missed the target!

This scene left all the onlookers dumbfounded.

"Damn, what's wrong with you, bro?"

Yuan Haoyun and Ah Joe's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

A bad start, two shots missed the target!

Even with an exceptional performance later on, they were no longer in the top three.

WTF?

Did it miss the target?

Miao Zhishun's performance caused an uproar among the audience, who couldn't help but stare at him with strange expressions. Fans and friends who knew Miao Zhishun were even more astonished.

Even the bottom-ranked contestant wouldn't make such a basic mistake, yet Miao Zhishun, the dark horse favorite to win, committed this major taboo, truly shocking everyone.

Miao Zhishun himself was completely dumbfounded. He stared in astonishment at the empty target, his whole being filled with doubt. He looked blankly at the gun in his hand, feeling a sense of absurdity, as if he were dreaming.

Did I... miss the target?

He quickly cast a pleading look at him, and the supervising officer, Ah Joe, immediately understood. He used his supervising authority to blow his silver whistle and pretended to come forward to check on him.

"what happened?"

AJOE asked.

Miao Zhishun said guiltily, "I'm a little nervous."

He also looked behind him suspiciously. There was no one within a hundred meters of him, which was the best condition for him to perform. But he just couldn't figure out where that mountain-like pressure came from.

Could it be that facing an opponent like Peng Yixing made him too nervous?

"It's okay, I'll give you another chance!"

Ah Joe said dismissively, then took Miao Zhishun's pistol, pretended to fiddle with it for a while, then disassembled it, and waved to the judges.

"The contestant's weapon malfunctioned, and this result is invalid. The contestant requests to start over!"

"Whoosh."

There was an uproar at the scene.

This blatant act of cheating caused the judges to exchange bewildered glances. However, out of respect for the police and considering the extensive connections and resources of Miao Zhishun's corrupt police team, even the veteran judges on the panel couldn't help but feel a bit wary and began whispering among themselves.

"The referee panel agrees to let us try again, but we only have one chance!"

Ultimately, the judging panel compromised and openly allowed a second chance, drawing disdainful glances from the contestants.

"call."

Miao Zhishun took a deep breath, not caring about the strange looks around him. In his opinion, results speak for themselves. As long as he performs normally and wins the championship, any criticism will just become jealous remarks, and no one will care!

"Try again, and you'll still be useless."

Qin Tai sat calmly on the fishing platform, watching the onlookers from afar with disdain, his legs crossed as if he were a detached spectator.

What truly surprised him was that Miao Zhishun was actually considered a master.

As we all know, the intense sense of oppression can only be perceived by top experts; it is a state of heightened awareness resulting from heightened concentration and heightened senses.

It's surprising that a treacherous and incompetent person like Miao Zhishun could be influenced. He must have some skills, but that's about it.

"Action!"

The verdict was announced again under the judges' questioning gaze.

Miao Zhishun performed steadily this time, executing his gun, movement, and shooting in one smooth motion. He took the lead from the start and secured the match point, silencing the critics with his actual combat prowess. Observers A-JOE and Yuan Haoyun breathed a sigh of relief, and smiles gradually appeared on their faces.

It seems that Miao Zhishun's accident was indeed caused by nervousness. Look at him now, he performed normally and steadily!

As long as he goes all out, Peng Yixing can at best only manage a draw. In overtime, he can use the same trick again and Peng Yixing will definitely lose. Even if the King of Heaven himself comes, he will never be able to turn the tide!

Yuan Haoyun narrowed his eyes, picked up a toothpick again, and sneered disdainfully, "That Cao Dahua calls himself the Tiger of the Major Crimes Unit, but to put it bluntly, he's just a good-for-nothing who rose to power by sucking up to his mistress boss and living off women. He always picks up scraps; what kind of ability does he have to lead the Major Crimes Unit?"