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"Oh, you mean this one?" The staff member didn't think much of it and pointed to a corner next to him: "See him? His name is Peng Yixing. He's a famous gun modification expert in the shooting club and has been the club's champion for many years."

Peng Yixing is a well-known figure in the gun club; everyone who works here knows him.

'So it was him,' Chen Ziwen thought with a sudden realization. Peng Yixing was a master marksman in the Gun King competition.

"Thank you." Chen Ziwen politely thanked the staff member, then walked towards Peng Yixing in the corner.

If he could recruit such a master, it would definitely greatly increase his power.

Gun skills are not like physical attributes. You can improve physical attributes with Golden Elixir, but there's no way to improve gun skills.

For Chen Ziwen, Peng Yixing was a rare talent.

"Let me introduce myself, Chen Ziwen." Chen Ziwen walked straight up to Peng Yixing and introduced himself.

"what's the matter?"

Peng Yixing gave Chen Ziwen a cold look, without much emotional fluctuation.

Chen Ziwen was not surprised. As someone familiar with movies, he knew that Peng Yixing was indifferent to everyone.

"Work for me." Chen Ziwen made no attempt to hide his thoughts and stated them directly.

For someone like Peng Yixing, it's much better to say things directly than to beat around the bush.

"You?" Upon hearing this, Peng Yixing looked Chen Ziwen up and down, then turned to leave.

Peng Yixing will not work for anyone. No one can order him around.

"You're scared?" Chen Ziwen said defiantly without moving.

"Scared? You're kidding, what do you have to be afraid of?" Peng Yixing sneered, looking at Chen Ziwen with disdain.

Suddenly, a guy appeared out of nowhere, wanting him to do things for him, and even said he was scared... This was the first time Peng Yixing had encountered such a person.

"I don't know how to modify guns," Chen Ziwen said to himself.

"So what?" Peng Yixing stopped and turned to look at Chen Ziwen, to see what else he could say.

“Let’s have a contest. I’ll use the most ordinary gun, and you’ll use the modified one. If I win, you’ll work for me,” Chen Ziwen said confidently.

He may not be able to modify guns, but he's definitely a master at handling them. Don't forget he also has a top-tier firearms proficiency skill.

"Why should I compete with you?" Peng Yixing said coldly.

Do you really think he's a fool? If you win, I'll do things for you, but if you lose, there's no benefit for me, and I don't want to waste my time.

"Didn't you want to improve your marksmanship? Also, if you win, I'll give you ten million." Chen Ziwen continued to increase his stakes.

If ten million could buy Peng Yixing's services, it would be the most worthwhile deal.

"Boss." Yu Wenhui, standing next to Chen Ziwen, exclaimed in surprise upon hearing the words "ten million."

"Don't worry." Chen Ziwen patted his hand, indicating to Yu Wenhui that she didn't need to worry.

He doesn't have to pay this money, and he can even get Peng Yixing to do things for him, so he's the one who profits.

"Are you so confident?" Peng Yixing suddenly became interested in Chen Ziwen.

For someone to utter such arrogant words, they either have to be incredibly capable, or Chen Ziwen is an idiot.

Regardless of the reason, Peng Yixing could not refuse the suggestion. If Chen Ziwen were a master, he would have wanted to spar with a master long ago to improve his own strength.

If Chen Ziwen doesn't have the ability, then the ten million will be his.

Ultimately, his work at the gun association, where he modifies guns for many people and acts as an instructor, is all for the money; it's both his hobby and his career.

"Time and place," Peng Yixing agreed without further ado.

"Right now," Chen Ziwen said decisively.

"it is good"

Peng Yixing is a star figure in the firearms association. Now that someone suddenly wants to compete with him, a lot of people have gathered around to watch.

"What do you think of this guy who's sparring with Peng Yixing? How strong is he?"

"This person seems to be here for the first time; I've never seen them before."

"He's going crazy to compete against Peng Yixing, isn't he?"

"He's being too arrogant. He only uses a regular gun, while Peng Yixing uses a modified one."

"If only he were to compete with me, that would be ten million."

The bet between Chen Ziwen and Peng Yixing had already been spread far and wide, thanks to Chen Ziwen's deliberate actions.

If he wins, Peng Yixing will do things for him; if he loses, he will give Peng Yixing ten million.

Let alone in present-day Hong Kong, even in future generations, ten million would be an enormous sum of money. As long as it is not squandered recklessly, it could allow three generations of a family to live a wealthy life.

No one had any faith in Chen Ziwen; they all saw him as a sucker who would throw money away.

Chen Ziwen had no reputation in the firearms association, while his opponent was famous and had won the championship for several consecutive years.

"Miao sir, who do you think will win between the two of them?"

Gun clubs aren't just for ordinary people; police officers also come here regularly to practice their marksmanship.

Miao Zhishun's marksmanship is second only to Peng Yixing in the Firearms Association, and he is also an inspector.

“Of course it’s Peng Yixing,” Miao Zhishun said matter-of-factly, then paused for a moment, “However, this newcomer’s strength shouldn’t be too much weaker.”

In Miao Zhishun's eyes, Chen Ziwen was just a newcomer who didn't even know how to modify a gun. He was either a strongman or a weakling, and he was more inclined to believe that Chen Ziwen was the former.

The loss might simply be because the opponent didn't modify their weapon.

"I wonder what this newcomer's identity is." Miao Zhishun gave Chen Ziwen a deep look.

Those who possess a gun license are not easy to deal with.

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Chen Ziwen and Peng Yixing stepped forward.

"I'll have my private lawyer keep track of the time, is that alright?" Chen Ziwen asked Peng Yixing.

This isn't a formal competition, so Yu Wenhui can be the one to keep time; it's just a matter of using a stopwatch.

“No problem.” Peng Yixing said confidently.

Ultimately, the timing system is of little use to experts like them; once both enter the arena at the same time, it's immediately clear who wins and who loses.

"Ready?" Yu Wenhui held a stopwatch, glanced around, and then said, "Start."

After the sound faded, Chen Ziwen and Peng Yixing quickly began to act.

This time, the range they used was more complex, divided into three zones: A, B, and C, with about twenty targets in each zone.

In an instant, gunshots rang out across the arena. Chen Ziwen's gunshots were muffled, while Peng Yixing's were crisper.

"Just as I expected, this newcomer is a master." Miao Zhishun looked at Chen Ziwen with a serious expression, his eyes constantly shifting.

From the very beginning, Chen Ziwen was faster than Peng Yixing, and as time went on, this speed almost completely overwhelmed Peng Yixing.

In terms of speed, Chen Ziwen is definitely faster than Peng Yixing. The next thing to see is how good their marksmanship is. After all, when it comes to shooting, speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness are the most important factors. Speed ​​alone is not enough.

Peng Yixing understood this principle, so when faced with Chen Ziwen being faster than him, he remained calm and instead unleashed his full potential and strength.

For Peng Yixing, he may not trust anyone else, but he certainly trusts the gun in his hand.

The gun was like a part of his body.

Time passed quickly. At three minutes and fifteen seconds, Chen Ziwen put away his gun, unloaded the bullet, and returned it to its original position.

Twenty seconds after Chen Ziwen finished, that is, at three minutes and thirty-five seconds, Peng Yixing also finished.

After Chen Ziwen and Peng Yixing returned to their original positions, they were greeted with enthusiastic applause.

Both Chen Ziwen and Peng Yixing impressed everyone with their performances. Next came the most important moment: reporting the target.

Only by looking at the target can we determine who won.

“Peng Yixing’s strength has improved again.” Miao Zhishun looked at Peng Yixing with some apprehension.

On the day he joined the gun club, he took Peng Yixing as his role model. Miao Zhishun was very talented and quickly closed the gap with Peng Yixing in just over a year.

He thought he was about to catch up with Peng Yixing, but now he realized he was wrong.

Peng Yixing's skills have improved significantly; he wasn't even confident he could complete the target range within four minutes. Perhaps the pressure from Chen Ziwen also contributed to his breakthrough.

"You're quick." Peng Yixing looked at Chen Ziwen with a serious expression.

Marksmanship is unlike anything else; even a one-second advantage can determine life or death, let alone the fact that Chen Ziwen was a full twenty seconds behind him.

"You're not bad either." Chen Ziwen looked at Peng Yixing and smiled slightly.

He knew his own strength; if he still couldn't beat Peng Yixing, then his top-level firearms proficiency would be utterly useless.

"Next, report the target. Peng Yixing took three minutes and thirty-five seconds and got a total of seventy-five double A's." The referee of the shooting competition entered the field and observed Peng Yixing's target.

To be honest, the referee was completely stunned when he saw it. To be able to score two A's in three minutes and thirty-five seconds was truly astonishing.

The result caused an uproar among everyone present.

"Peng Yixing's abilities have improved again."

"Three minutes and thirty-five seconds, seventy-five double A's, just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle."

"Awesome, so awesome."

"If I could ever have half of Peng Yixing's strength, I would be content."

The gunmen in the arena couldn't help but admire Peng Yixing's skills.

“I’m not as good as him.” Miao Zhishun looked at Peng Yixing with a slightly disappointed expression.

He was more than ten seconds faster than him, and his accuracy was so high. If he were to fight Peng Yixing, he would definitely be instantly killed by him.

"It seems this newcomer is going to lose." Miao Zhishun gave Chen Ziwen a deep look.

Peng Yixing's achievements were like a mountain pressing down on him; he simply couldn't believe that Chen Ziwen was better than Peng Yixing.

His idea was shared by everyone present.