Chapter 899: Chapter 899-Heartache
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Jim picked up his binoculars and carefully blew the dust off them.
âIs it funny to hit the zero ring?â
Feng Sheng was not in a hurry to comfort Luo Yangyang. He only looked at Jim, who was worried about the binoculars.
So what if it was a zero?
So what if his woman was just playing around with a zero ring!
âStillâŠâ
Jim instinctively wanted to say that it was really funny. After all, in the entire mercenary base, no one had fired so many shots without hitting the target.
However, just as Jim said that, he suddenly quivered.
âItâs not funny! Itâs not funny at all!â
Jim, who had suddenly reacted, straightened his back and faced Feng Sheng with a gun in his left hand and binoculars in his right.
He was going to die, he was going to die. His brain was actually acting up again just now!
âThirty kilometers!â
Feng Sheng looked at the serious Jim and said coldly.
How dare he laugh so loudly at his woman!
â..â
Jimâs heart skipped a beat, and his hand that was holding his beloved binoculars suddenly tightened.
Anthony looked at Jim helplessly.
It wasnât like he didnât know how protective his boss was of his wife. If Jim wanted to court death, who could he blame?
Luo Yangyang was so angry with herself that she did not have the time to care about the others.
Besides, even if she was clear-headed, she probably wouldnât plead for Jim anymore.
Thatâs why.
Jim, who had no other choice but to accept his fate, picked up his big gun and his beloved binoculars and started running.
Thirty kilometers, that was a bit too much of an exercise before a meal!
Since Jim had been sent away, Anthony looked at Feng Sheng and Luo Yangyang. He was too embarrassed to stand there and be a third wheel anymore.
âBoss, Iâm going to train my lower body too.â
After saying that, Anthony also ran quickly and slipped away.
Sister-in-lawâs city gate was on fire, and he was a fish in the moat. It was wiser for him to leave by himself.
Feng Sheng would not stop Anthony from leaving.
âDonât be discouraged. No one can soar to the top on their first try. Take it slow. Youâll get better after practicing a few more times.â
Feng Sheng walked up to Luo Yangyang and pinched her chin. He lifted her face up so that she could look at him.
He didnât have high expectations for her. She just needed to hit a human-shaped target within fifty meters in a week.
It was good enough that she could protect herself at close range. She didnât need to use it at a distance.
âHow many rings did you get during your first shooting practice?â
Luo Yangyang looked at Feng Sheng in a muffled voice.
Although there was no harm without comparison, she now felt that a comparison could stimulate her fighting spirit.
âI donât remember. I was too young at that time. I donât even know how old I was when I first held a gun.â
Feng Sheng thought about it carefully, but the result was not what Luo Yangyang wanted to hear.
âDid you suffer a lot when you were young?â
Luo Yangyangâs heart ached when she saw Feng Sheng narrowing his eyes in deep thought and making such a promise.
Whether it was in the Feng family or the British Isles, living in a big family meant that many skills were cultivated from a young age.
Feng Sheng did not even remember when he had received the money. He even said that he was too young. Under normal circumstances, he would have remembered when he was five or six years old.
Could it be that he had already received training in this area when he was three or four years old?
Luo Yangyangâs heart ached when she thought about how such a young child had to endure such tough training.
âNo, itâs all in the past.â
Seeing that Luo Yangyangâs eyes were a little wet, Feng Sheng chuckled.
After Feng Sheng finished speaking, he noticed that Luo Yangyangâs lips were pouting and she was crying again. He quickly changed the topic.
âAre you still practicing?â
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