Governor Yan, we are deeply honored by your presence, please forgive us for not receiving you immediately!

On a flourishing busy street in a British leased land, once the ribbon cutting ceremony of the Eastern Shooting Club had concluded, Boss Wang Degui was joyfully standing in front of the building, greeting all kinds of guests.

From the start, Wang Degui had been someone of common birth. To be able to establish a large club in this expensive land in his mid-40s not only required strong connections but also a strong foresight. He spotted Governor Yans private car from afar and hurriedly went over to receive him with jolting buttocks.

Congratulations, Boss Wang. Even though Yan Zhan disliked having social interactions, there was not a single flaw that could be picked out from his manners and etiquette.

Thank you, Governor Yan, for finding the time to come here. Weve already prepared a private room for you!

Although Wang Degui didnt have much hope for the Governor to come when sending out his invitation letter, he still meticulously prepared everything in case.

However.

Seeing a sulky-looking yet attractive girl get down from the other side of the car, Wang Degui felt a little hesitant as she stepped out with her small leather boots and luxurious vest.

Are you still angry?

After being flung off thrice, Yan Zhan had finally gotten a hold of the girls small hand.

Hmph!

Chu Jiao didnt utter a single word. However, the pout on her cute mouth was so evident that one could effortlessly hang a soy sauce bottle on it.

Im sorry.

Yan Zhan distinctly remembered his father mentioning that if a woman had suddenly gotten angry, regardless if you were in the right or the wrong, apologizing was the only way to obtain absolute redemption.

What are you saying sorry to me for?

The two people were quietly walking up the stairs, one in the front and one in the back until Chu Jiao abruptly turned around and asked in annoyance.

Yan Zhan turned silent.

Chu Jiao had once again seen the mans ears gradually turn red.

Pft.

Chu Jiao felt as though she had sulked for nothing, because this fool was simply too stubborn!

Lets go. Werent you going to teach me how to shoot?

The girl lightly tugged on his hand as Yan Zhans long legs parted, immediately striding towards the girl.

Alright.

The two people finally arrived at Wang Des specially prepared booth. There were already several targets set up inside while the racks displayed on the side had all kinds of guns neatly laid out.

At first glance, Yan Zhan immediately chose a Browning M1910.

The recoil of this gun was less compared to others, making it apt for a girls use. Moreover, it wasnt big and bulky and was suitable for storing it underneath the clothes.

Chu Jiao stood in front of the shooting window alone, happily touching the windows materials as novelty and curiosity flashed in her eyes.

A hot body suddenly stuck close behind her, and when Chu Jiao turned her head, the man had already stuffed a gun in her hands.

Lets first try this one out.

Chu Jiao imitated the actions she had seen on TV in her memories, both hands holding the gun, carefully lifting them up straight, and pointing to the target in front.

Relax your wrist a bit

Yan Zhan lifted his hand to clasp the girls wrist, slowly correcting her posture.

Do you see that notch? The mans scent completely enveloped her senses, his powerful voice ringing right beside her ear, low and full of magnetism, Keep your eyes on the notch and the muzzle, all three points forming a straight line

When the earmuffs were gently placed over her ears, the world was overtaken by complete stillness.

Chu Jiao obediently followed Yan Zhans instructions, holding her breath with rapt attention and locking her gaze at the distant shooting target.

Bang!

The bullet hit right on the mark.

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Chu Jiao: There are two pistols in front of me, which one should I play with first?

[Main Story Completed, Extras Remaining]