Ji Ping had barely finished speaking.
The Ten Thousand Martial Guards rushed forward, vying to be the first to disassemble their guns.
CLICK-CLACK. CLICK-CLACK.
The crisp sounds were incessant.
Only Chen Yang, unhurried, picked up a gun. He toyed with it for a mont, then smiled and said, "There's a slight issue with this gun's firing pin, but it's nothing major."
Ji Ping was stunned. The gun isn't even disassembled, he only worked the bolt, and he can tell there's a problem with the firing pin? Besides, the others are almost done disassembling their guns. Why hasn't he even started?
These n had been ticulously chosen by Ji Ping; each one was the cream of the crop.
Just then, Chen Yang began.
SWISH, SWISH, SWISH.
The receiver, stock, barrel, springs, firing pin, and trigger—each part slid from his hands to land neatly on the table before him.
Ji Ping, who had just been worried Chen Yang might lose due to carelessness, could only stare with wide eyes.
What was more terrifying was that before Ji Ping could even collect his thoughts, Chen Yang had already begun reassembling it.
CLICK.
After racking the bolt, Chen Yang raised the rifle with one hand.
BANG!
He fired a shot downrange.
The sudden gunshot startled the birds in the dense forest nearby.
Three small but incredibly fast birds flitted across the distant sky.
Chen Yang caught a glimpse of them, the corners of his mouth tugging into a subtle smile.
He then shouldered the rifle, aid in the direction the birds had flown, and fired three quick shots.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
The three birds fell from the sky.
"This..." Ji Ping was utterly dumbfounded.
Hitting such fast-moving targets without a single miss? Never mind the shot on the paper target; those three birds were at least a hundred ters away, flying at a conservative estimate of sixty to seventy miles per hour.
The other n, who were still fumbling with reassembly, simply froze, staring at Chen Yang with pure admiration.
How could they possibly compete with that? The man is a god!
Chen Yang set the gun down and smiled at the n around him, saying nothing.
At a ti like this, any words from him would have been an insult to them.
"I'm just going to take a walk," Chen Yang said, clasping his hands behind his back as he began to pace slowly.
Yang Hu followed closely behind.
Taking two deep breaths, and refusing to believe his own eyes, Ji Ping pointed to the gun Chen Yang had just used. "Disassemble it and check the firing pin."
A guard quickly dismantled it. After several checks, he confird, "He was right. The firing pin is definitely worn."
Everyone was speechless. The slight wear wouldn't have actually affected the prir's ignition, yet he figured it out just by working the bolt... How did he do that? Did he hear it? This... It's just incredible!
Ji Ping gasped, the shock roiling within him beyond words.
The Nine Gates Admiral. The Zhennan Prince. He truly lived up to his titles.
"Do you all see now?" Ji Ping seized the opportunity to lecture the crowd. "Don't get arrogant and complacent over a few small achievents. You all still have a long way to go!"
"Yes! We will learn from the Governor!" the crowd roared in unison, their voices echoing.
「An hour later.」
Chen Yang left the training ground. He also declined the dinner invitation that was to follow, as he still preferred to eat at ho.
「In the car.」
Yang Hu asked Chen Yang, "Boss, should we teach those executives at SiSi's company a lesson?"
"A suitable warning is in order," Chen Yang said decisively after a mont's thought. "After all, her concert tour is about to start. This may be the last one of her life, so that takes precedence over everything."
"Understood!" Yang Hu nodded, then asked, "And the Zou Family?"
"We'll pay them a visit." The Zou Family's thods were utterly despicable, and this was likely just the beginning. That being the case, how could he not pay them a visit? There was far too much trash in this world. Since he'd co across such filth, he naturally had to clean it up to keep it from disgusting others.
「anwhile.」
On the road from Qiyun Road to Lingjin City, a luxury van with a Qiyun Road license plate was speeding toward its destination.
There were three people inside: an old man, a young man, and a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man drove with an indifferent expression, his hands gripping the steering wheel. The young man, around thirty and dressed like a wealthy scion, was lounging comfortably with his legs propped up on the back of the front seat, engrossed in a mobile ga.
"Young Master," the old man in the passenger seat said, turning around earnestly, "I heard Zhang Zhaoyang suffered a huge loss in Lingjin City. He even had to hand over his most valuable distribution channels. We should be careful this ti."
The young man, Di An, didn't even bother to look up from his ga. "Zhang Zhaoyang is trash. If I really wanted to kill him, a flick of my finger would be more than enough. However, caution is still necessary."
The old man nodded. "In that case, shall we head directly to the Qin Corporation to get the prescription once we're in the city?"
"No rush. Li Si is in Lingjin City. I have to see her first."
"Very well," the old man agreed, then added with a smile, "Young Master, Miss Sisi would surely be touched to know you're putting aside important business just for her."
After getting headshotted three tis in a row, Di An furiously smashed his phone on the floor. He lit a cigarette and said grimly, "In this insignificant little Lingjin City, soone dares to oppose Sisi again and again. They're forcing my hand—forcing to kill!"
"This ti, if I don't turn this place upside down, I'll renounce the Di na!"
Di An took a deep drag from his cigarette and sighed. "And Sisi... she had it so good in Qiyun Road. Why did she have to run off and try to make it on her own? That whole scene is not as easy to navigate as she thinks."
"Everything was smooth sailing for her before, but now that trouble's found her, she's being slandered constantly with no one around to help. So lonely and pitiful."
The eldest daughter of the Li Royal Family of Qiyun Road, giving up a life of pampered luxury to beco so singer. No matter how famous she got, she was still just a songstress. Could soone like that ever be considered respectable? Add to that the Li Family's severe misogyny, and she's in a position where no one cares or asks about her at all. When you really think about it, she's quite pitiful.
Ever since producing an Eighth Rank Military General, the Li Family has been basking in glory. It's only a matter of ti before they surpass the Qin Family, Qiyun Road's foremost Royal Family. So many people are scheming to latch onto the Li Family's coattails. If I can win over Li Si, won't I beco the Li Family's son-in-law?
The old man picked up on his train of thought and chuckled. "Delivering aid in a ti of need is the best way to capture a heart! Young Master, you will definitely succeed this ti."
"HAHA!!!" Di An roared with laughter, a smug, self-satisfied grin spreading across his face.
It's like they say: proximity gives you the advantage. He and Li Si had known each other since they were children; they were practically sweethearts. Their relationship was unlike anyone else's. Turning from childhood friends into lovers would only be natural. And who cares about the Li Family's attitude? I'll just force the issue and make it a done deal. Once Li Si goes ho with a baby in her belly, even if the Li Family looks down on , Di An, they'll have no choice but to grit their teeth and marry her off to , right? The more powerful a great family is, the more they care about appearances.
"Young Master, allow to congratulate you in advance on winning the fair lady's heart!" the old man said with a chuckle.
Di An clasped his hands behind his head and squinted. "Speaking of beauties," he murmured, "I have to say, in all these years I've never t anyone who can top Sisi in looks or figure."
Heh heh, I can hardly contain myself.
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