As soon as Lin Qiang said, everyone's eyes were on his face. I wonder where this young man came from with confidence and dared to say such big words.

However, most people looked gloating and waiting to watch the show, and a few shook their heads and sighed secretly, thinking that this kid was ignorant of Taishan. Even if he was really good at shooting, he thought that if he beat the young master of the Song family, he could take advantage of him?

Song Zifeng is a tiny person and is recognized in his circle of friends. If he loses, he really doesn’t know how to deal with this kid behind his back?

After hearing Lin Qiang's words, Song Zifeng's face turned even more angry.

As the sole heir of the Song Group, he has always regarded himself as a high-ranking person and made friends with some rich children. However, he also claims to be noble and feels that he is different from those rich second-generations who are living a slutty and waiting to die.

In order to stand out, he not only graduated from a prestigious university with his own strength, but also hired a professional personal trainer to train his shooting and fighting. He is an outstanding among this group of people. He is a famous "talented man" among the second generation of rich people, and he vaguely regards himself as the leader.

Now he was actually being scolded by a rustic bull wearing cheap clothes who came out of nowhere, not to mention that in front of his goddess Ou Yangna, how could he swallow this?

But Ou Yangna said at this time, fearing that the world will not be in chaos: "Okay, okay, you two-way competition, I will bet 100,000 yuan to win Lin Qiang. Is there anyone who bet with me? The quad is 1 to 5? If Lin Qiang loses, I will lose five times."

Song Zifeng's eyes were so angry that he turned red after hearing Ou Yangna's words. He said coldly: "Ou Yangna, you really want to start a gambling game."

Ou Yang rolled her eyes and said, "What? Isn't it possible? If you are afraid, it's still too late to admit defeat."

Song Zifeng sneered: "Just, I'll be afraid of him. I'll bet a million. If I win, I don't want you to pay me money. How about I want you to promise to be my girlfriend?"

A trace of disdain flashed in Ou Yangna's eyes and said with a smile: "Yes, but if you lose, you will not only pay me for money, but also promise me that I will never ask me to be your girlfriend in the future. How about it? Can you afford to play?"

A hint of undetectable haze flashed across Song Zifeng's face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I promise you."

Ou Yang clapped his hands and sang to the others: "Okay, everyone has heard it. If I win this time, Song Zifeng will never be able to pursue me again. Everyone present today will be witnesses. Okay, the betting has officially begun, and is there anyone else to place a bet."

These rich second-generations were originally the ones who love to play. Now they saw that there was a lot of fun and bets one after another, saying, "I, I bet, I will pay 200,000 yuan to buy Song Zifeng."

"I'll buy 100,000 yuan to buy Young Master Song."

"And I, I will buy Young Master Song to win."

There was a one-sided situation on the scene, and almost everyone bought Song Zifeng and won.

The reason is very simple. First, Song Zifeng was originally from their group, so they naturally didn't want outsiders to win. Second, the strength of the Song Zifeng family is the strongest among them. If they lose, they will lose 100,000 or 200,000 yuan, but they can win the favor of Young Master Song. Why not do it?

Everyone made a bet, leaving only Ou Yangnan's good friend Zhang Jing. Ou Yangnan asked Zhang Jing, "How is it, Sister Zhang, are you playing?"

Zhang Jing looked at Song Zifeng and Lin Qiang again, thinking in her heart: "Ou Yang's appearance looks careless, but in fact she is very careful in her mind. Seeing that she looks confident now and has made such a big bet, is it that this inconspicuous guy really has a big background? Forget it, let's take a gamble. If this guy is really capable, he will be a worthy partner."

Zhang Jing smiled slightly and said, "Then I will bet 100,000 on Lin Qiang."

Ou Yangna exclaimed: "Sighted, good sister."

However, Song Zifeng glared at Zhang Jing with great dissatisfaction, and Zhang Jing let out her shoulders and pretended that she didn't see it.

"Start quickly, I'll do it first." Song Zifeng said impatiently.

Then he picked up the rifle and aimed at the target card, calmed down, and then gently pulled the trigger.

A gunshot was heard, and the responsible person immediately reported: "Eight Rings."

Song Zifeng smiled confidently, looked at Lin Qiang provocatively, and then aimed and shot again.

Pa丨Pa丨Pa, gunshots kept ringing, and the counters kept shouting about grades, most of them were around the seventh and eighth rings.

Those who bet on Song Zifeng began to flatter

"Young Master Song is really a magical shooter."

"My master Song's shooting skills are really ashamed of himself."

"Haha, today I am grateful to Mr. Song, it seems that I can make a fortune today."

"Miss Ouyang, I'm sorry, I'm going to win money from you, but you'll have to get married with Mr. Song in the future, don't forget our big matchmakers."

Ou Yangna listened to these people's nonsense, curled her lips disdainfully, and whispered: "A group of idiots."

After Song Zifeng shot ten shots, he stood up calmly. Now his score is 75 points. Lin Qiang wants to win him, unless each shot is on the eight-ring, even the Olympic champion may not be so powerful. In his opinion, he has already won.

Song Zifeng lowered his gun, looked at Lin Qiang with a smile and said, "Master, it's your turn to perform."

Lin Qiang picked up the gun, pulled out a bullet, put it in front of him and looked carefully, then put the magazine back, raised the gun in his hand, and slightly closed his left eye.

Everyone held their breath and looked at Lin Qiang's fingers tightly.

With a bang, the gunshots, everyone's hearts jumped, stretched their necks and waited for the counter to report the count.

The counter was lying on the target card for a long time, and finally turned around and shouted with a loudspeaker, "Zero ring, off the target."

This result surprised everyone. After a brief silence, many people laughed and said sarcastically:

"I thought it was so amazing. It turned out to be just a fancy and fancy."

"Haha, I just said arrogantly that I would not lose, it was so funny."

"Miss Ouyang, did you bring this person here to make fun of you today?"

Ou Yang's face was pale. She saw that Lei Jun respected Lin Qiang so much and felt that he had the real ability to call him a match. Unexpectedly, he was really a rookie?

Song Zifeng finally let go of his tense heart. He smiled and shook his head, then turned his head and looked at Ou Yang affectionately, and a strong sense of superiority arose.

No one noticed Lin Qiang's smile, and he raised his gun again.

Then he fired nine guns in a row, and the movement was smooth and flowing. The ridicule of these people was not over yet. Lin Qiang had already gently put down the gun in his hand.
Chapter completed!