Chapter 227 - 227: Face Hurts, You Can Provoke Anyone But Si Fuqing (1)

Chapter 227 - 227: Face Hurts, You Can Provoke Anyone But Si Fuqing (1)

Translator: _Min_

In a shop with no other customers, a back door led directly to a shooting range behind.

The farthest target, although not a thousand meters away, was no less than eight hundred.

“What are you doing?” Feng San slapped his hand on the young man’s shoulder, his expression changing. “Are you doubting Brother Nine? Do you have a death wish?”

Didn’t he know that Miss Si’s favor was something to be treasured?

That if he angered Brother Nine, he could still seek refuge with Miss Si?

“I’m not doubting!” the young man retorted loudly. “I’m upholding Brother Nine’s honor!”

Feng San was at a loss for words.

He suspected Yu Tang had recommended some bizarre action anime to the lad.

Yu Xiheng finally spoke, his voice cool and detached, “Xi Jiang.”

“I’m sorry, Brother Nine,” Xi Jiang immediately knelt on one knee, head bowed.

“I was wrong.”

Yu Xiheng looked up. “You don’t need to stoop to his level.” Xi Jiang was baffled.

Feng San couldn’t help but feel a bit of schadenfreude.

“No, I’m all set,” Si Fuqing said, her eyes and brows relaxed. “But what’s in it for me if I hit the target? If you just tell me to shoot, where’s my dignity in that?”

Xi Jiang, still kneeling, replied, “If you hit it, you can have my salary for the month!”

After all, gambling like this was common among the brothers.

He was the gambling king; when had he ever lost?You'll find the origin of this content at n0velb!n•

Hearing this, Si Fuqing’s expression brightened, “Deal.”

Xi Jiang came to his senses, face red, “Who knows if you hit them all, it’s not certain yet! ”

He immediately went to the back of the range.

Feng San, tactfully, led the other brothers to follow.

Reaching the farthest target, they all fell silent at the sight of the solitary bullet hole at the center.

rlWvelve shots, not a single miss.

Xi Jiang felt as if he’d been struck by lightning, his mind in a daze, “Did... Did Did she did she calculate before shooting?!”

Is she a science student?

Feng San remained silent too.

He should have believed Yu Tang’s words; Miss Si was capable of anything.

Xi Jiang turned, his expression rigid, “Feng San, my brother! Can you lend me a hand?”

His year’s salary was gone; he might as well drink to the northwest wind now.

“I warned you, but you didn’t listen, and you even brought up your salary,” Feng San held his sword. “Miss Si is always short on money. Your twelve months’ salary couldn’t even buy a few gold bricks. It’s not enough for her.”

Xi Jiang was incredulous, “Not enough with a few bricks? Is she a reincarnated gold-eating beast?”

Feng San shrugged, glancing at the others, “Where’s Shen Ying?”

“Oh, he just picked up a delivery order,” one of them scratched his head. “It’s a long trip, and they offered him an extra 20 for the run. He happily went off.”

Feng San was lost for words.

Being a subordinate of Brother Nine was indeed hard work.

Inside the room.

“Keep it safe,” Yu Xiheng spoke again. “For self-defense..”