“So what if I am? Did I steal your wife?”

“You…”

The old man’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He was so angry that he almost swung his rod at Qi Mohan.

Enemies were bound to meet!

That old fart’s grandson had actually grown up!

Qi Mohan didn’t want to continue chatting with the old man. He walked to Shen Fanxing and said angrily, “You’re not playing anymore?”

Shen Fanxing shook her head and said, “No, it’s not good for women to play with guns.”

Qi Mohan’s lips twitched violently.

This damned woman!

Why was she pretending to be a goddess now?!

“Who said that it’s not good for women to play with guns?” Old Master Shen was pervasive. He looked at Shen Fanxing and said coldly, “A woman should at least know how to protect herself! If she really has no choice, she can only drag a man down and implicate him. Do you understand?”

Shen Fanxing pursed her lips and said, “Got it.”

“Let’s go up and try!”

“Grandpa,” greeted Bo Jinchuan coldly.

“Why? If I let her try, will I kill her?”

“Brother Bo, Grandpa is right. She hasn’t tried it before. Since she has this opportunity, she should practice it. Don’t let her tremble when she holds a gun when something unexpected happens… Let’s not talk about who she’s dragging down, she can’t even protect herself…”

Yuan Sichun walked out and smiled at Bo Jinchuan.

“Sichun is right! This is for her own good!” Old Master agreed. “Sichun, go up too. Let Grandpa see if your marksmanship has deteriorated!”

Yuan Sichun blushed and said, “I’ve been good at shooting since I was young. Don’t laugh at me if I can’t shoot well.”

“No! I’m still better than other women!”

Her words were obviously directed at Shen Fanxing.

Bo Jinchuan’s face was as cold as ice. Shen Fanxing held his hand tightly and smiled nonchalantly.

Seeing her like this, Bo Jinchuan’s anger subsided.

He even believed in horse-racing and agreed to it. Compared to horse-racing, shooting was much safer.

She shouldn’t be stupid enough to shoot herself!

Qi Mohan, on the other hand, was unhappy. “Hey, old man, is there anyone who looks down on others like you? That woman has finally restrained herself. Can’t you let her continue?”

The corners of Shen Fanxing’s lips twitched. She really wanted to punch Qi Mohan!

“What do you mean by looking down on me? Let’s touch the gun first!” The old man looked disdainful. He waved his hand and beckoned Yuan Sichun and Shen Fanxing to stand at the target.

Yuan Sichun glanced at Shen Fanxing and smirked disdainfully. She picked up her pistol and fired three shots at the new target.

First shot, 8.3 points.

The second and third shots seemed to have gotten the hang of it. They were 8.6 points and 9.1 points respectively.

Seeing that she had hit the ninth ring, Yuan Sichun’s eyes finally lit up. She placed the pistol on the table and turned to look at Shen Fanxing smugly. Then, she looked at Old Master Shen and said shyly,

“I haven’t played this for a long time. I’m already rusty.”

The old man nodded repeatedly. “It’s not bad that you can still reach the Ninth Ring.”

Qi Mohan, who was at the side, snorted coldly. “It’s fine if you hold a gun with both hands, but you even said that you have nine rings. That’s not bad? Your expectations are really low! Big Star, shoot casually… Why are you holding a gun with both hands…”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Before Qi Mohan could finish his sentence, Shen Fanxing imitated Yuan Sichun’s performance.

Not long after, the broadcast announced the results.

First shot, 8.8 points.

Second shot, 7.7 points.

The third shot, 6.6 points.

“…”

“…”

“…”

Everyone was speechless.

Other people were getting better at fighting, but she was getting worse.

Yuan Sichun broke out in cold sweat when she heard Shen Fanxing’s results.

However, she heaved a sigh of relief when she heard the score of the last two shots.

6.6 points, ha…

‘Funny.’

“F*ck, Big Star, what are you doing?” You have to suppress that woman. Why are you doing this?

Bo Jinhang stood in front of Bo Jinchuan. When he saw Shen Fanxing’s results, he couldn’t help but curse softly.

Bo Jinchuan narrowed his eyes as his gaze landed on Shen Fanxing. His lips curled into a faint smile.

Bo Sichen looked at Shen Fanxing with interest.

When Bo Yuelin looked at Shen Fanxing, the smile on his face faded.

Grandpa Shen glanced at Shen Fanxing and pursed his lips.

“Not bad. At least I hit the target!”

Shen Fanxing smiled and walked down from her seat.

Old Master Shen pursed his lips and couldn’t help but glance at Shen Fanxing. He couldn’t hide his suspicion.

Shen Fanxing stood quietly at the side, frowning and shaking her hand.

“What’s wrong?” asked Bo Jinchuan softly.

“My hands are numb!”

Upon hearing Shen Fanxing’s reply, the old man snorted.

He knew it had to be a coincidence.

No wonder it got worse and worse. It was because of the recoil of the pistol.

To think that he had thought that she was hiding something!

Yuan Sichun glanced at Shen Fanxing in disdain. What right did she have to stay by Brother Bo’s side?

But what was Brother Bo thinking? Why was he doting on such a woman?

The intimacy between the two of them made her jealous. She had just won the competition, so she couldn’t wait to win this time!

“Sister-in-law, shouldn’t we go racing?”

Shen Fanxing glanced at her with a cold and mocking smile.

“Sai.”

“What horse racing?” Old Master frowned and asked suddenly.

Bo Jinghang sneered when he saw how persistent Yuan Sichun was.

“Yuan Sichun, you’ve been riding and shooting sports cars since you were young. Now, you’re being relentless with someone who doesn’t know anything. Do you think it’s glorious to win?”

Bo Jinghang’s words made Yuan Sichun’s expression change slightly. After a while, she said,

“Bo Jinghang, there should be a limit to your favoritism. I wasn’t the one who said that I wanted to compete in the beginning, and I didn’t force her to compete with me. I didn’t say those unreasonable words…”

Yuan Sichun’s words weren’t pleasant to the ears. It wasn’t like what she usually said. She seemed to have been forced into a corner.

The old man’s face darkened and his voice darkened. “What happened?”

Bo Jinghang sneered. “It’s a horse race. We only want results. No matter what the process is!”

The old man narrowed his eyes at Shen Fanxing and said coldly,

“Did you suggest it?”

Shen Fanxing nodded calmly.

“It’s me.”

The old master fell silent and glared at Shen Fanxing.

“It’s enough to do the same thing. Don’t repeat the same trick.”

Shen Fanxing smiled. She knew that the Old Master was referring to the slap she received from Aisha in Hong Kong.

“The results are very important.”

But… the process was more important.