After greeting his father with a few people for a while, Jack walked to Gao Yang's side, and smiled bitterly, saying, "I really didn't expect that my dad had invited so many people. It seems that he really hates the gunfire people, and he is very confident in you."

Erin shrugged and said, "Someone is here again. Have you seen the person with a camera? That's from Gun World magazine. I saw the logo on him. Hi, look, the IPSC person is here, but I don't know what position that person is."

Jack glanced at it and said, "That's the president of the California chapter."

Gao Yang frowned and said, "What's going on? It's a camera and a camera again. It's too exaggerating. Do you think I should cover my face later?"

Bruce smiled and said, "There is no need for that, no one knows you anyway."

Just then, Jack smiled and said, "Many people are asking my father who is on the battlefield on behalf of us. My father originally planned to introduce you to them, so he asked me to come over and ask if you want to."

Gao Yang shook his head repeatedly and said, "Forget it, forget it, it's not a good thing for me to be too famous. If I need to play later, I'd better cover my face so that I won't leave a picture and be recognized in other places. I have to keep it a little."

Jack smiled and said, "No need, put on a hat. The shooting I prepared for you can cover half of your face. The kind that reflects, you will definitely not be able to see inside from the outside."

Gao Yang is used to wearing bulletproof glasses, or shooting glasses, and he wears them both during combat or when practicing shooting. In the early years, he was unable to do without bulletproof glasses. Although bulletproof glasses now cannot protect against direct shots of bullets, they can protect against some explosion fragments and even shotguns, which is extremely useful.

Gao Yang had his own bulletproof glasses, but the color was too light. At this time, Jack took out the dark bulletproof glasses prepared for Gao Yang from his bag. After asking Gao Yang to try it, Gao Yang nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's not good, it's very suitable, it's still thoughtful that you thought of. I didn't expect this at all."

Jack smiled and said, "That's because you didn't expect so many people to come. Actually, although I was mentally prepared, I was shocked when I saw the scene today."

While talking, Jack suddenly pointed at the group and smiled, "Look, the gunfire is here."

More than 20 people from the Gunfire Studio came, and now there are more than 100 people in the shooting range. Although it is not an open competition. There are no ordinary audiences, but if some professionals are spectators alone, there are enough people for a small competition.

After seeing the gunfire, Jack smiled and said, "Wear sunglasses and hats, it's time for us to go over, before the game. We have to say hello to our opponents anyway."

Surrounded by several people, Gao Yang walked to Alilan, and at this time, a middle-aged man in his forties looked like he was in his forties and laughed from afar: "I'm so sorry, everyone, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Jack whispered, "It's him, the boss of the gunfire, Dave Buddy."

The middle-aged man didn't look very arrogant, tall and thin. He was wearing a decent suit and a confident smile on his face, but he didn't look very annoying.

Jack and the others were very confident and invited many people to watch the game. The people from the gunfire studio were also very confident in their victory. There were also many people with them. After a large group of people arrived, they were wasted a lot of time just by greeting and shaking hands.

However, after Dave Buddy said hello to the big guys in front of him, he immediately made Gao Yang feel that this person was very ungrateful.

"Hello, Mr. Mosen. I didn't expect you to come here in person. Is this considered a fight for the young and the old? Haha, old guy, you should come today, see how you failed."

After waiting for Dave to finish speaking arrogantly, Erin clenched her fists and said, "This person is really worthy of being flattered."

Alilan Mosen was not to be outdone. He said lightly: "I came here, of course, to take away the victory. So, before the beginning, let us reiterate the bet in front of all witnesses."

Dave Buddy raised his head and looked at Alilan Mosen with his chin, raised his hands and shouted: "People, please be quiet, please listen to me."

After a walk around, after the crowd that seemed a little chaotic because of the greetings calmed down, Dave Buddy said loudly: "All the people who come here are famous people. I personally thank you very much for taking time to watch the match between Gunfire Studio and Alilan Mosen Studio, and also to be a witness. Everyone, let me reiterate the bet between us. According to the agreement between Mr. Jack Mosen and I, the two of us who lost the three-gun competition in this three-gun competition must disappear at any competition or gun show held in the United States, as long as the other party appears, it will disappear without a deadline until the studio of one party does not exist and disappears completely."

When Dave announced the bet, the scene was in an uproar.

Amid the uproar, Alilan raised his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet, and said to Dave lightly: "I fully agree with what Mr. Buddy said, but I still have some questions. What does the so-called studio that does not exist until it does not exist? If you change your name, will you no longer be restricted by the bet, or you will not appear in the name of the studio, but in the name of a personal identity or the gunsmith?"

Dave said without hesitation: "Of course not, let's say so, Mr. Mosen, this is a bet between the Buddy family and the Mosen family. Whether it's a name change or any identity, as long as the winner is, the losing side in today's game will automatically disappear. Of course, it's better not to appear. This is a family battle and a reputation battle. I think you shouldn't retreat, right?"

As a studio, a gunsmith, or a gun factory, as long as it lives by relying on guns and cannot appear in any gun show or competition in the United States, the merchant has almost been sentenced to death. Alilan Mosen Studio's bet on the gunfire has already bet on its own future. Even if the loser does not completely go bankrupt, there will never be any future.

It was too amazing to hear Dave's announcement of the bet. It could be said that after determining the survival of the two famous studios, the people present were in an uproar. Some people who had a high status and thought they could speak began to smooth things out for both sides.

As the most influential association in the United States, the president of the National Rifle Association frowned: "Mr. Buddy, Mr. Moson, it's just a game. Is your bet a bit too heavy? I don't think it's necessary."

The president of the IDPA Association also echoed: "Yes, I think it's too rash to bet your studio's future and even the family's future in one game."

Amid the persuasion, Dave smiled and said, "What you said is actually very reasonable, so if Mr. Mosen dares not accept this bet, I have no objection, but personally, it is better for me to fulfill my promise, at least I should act like a real man."

Alilan waved his hand and said loudly: "Okay, that's it. Everyone has heard our bet. Everyone is witness. You are all fair people. There will be no problem with today's game. I announce that I accept this bet."

This is Dave laughing, stretching out his hand, shook Mosen hard, and yelling: "Very good, even if Mr. Mosen will fail in the end, you will at least lose very manly."

After shaking hands and reaching the final agreement, no one persuaded them anymore. They had already done their best. Since both sides insisted on competing, it would be better to watch a big show.

Dave raised his hand again and said, "Before the game starts, I will introduce the shooter who represents gunfire. I believe everyone is familiar with him. Please come out, Mr. David Brown!"

When I heard the name David Brown, there was another noise, and when I saw a middle-aged man with big sunglasses walking out of the crowd of gunfire, taking off his sunglasses, and waving at everyone, I was shocked again.

Gao Yang's face changed significantly when he saw Alilan drinking Jack's face, and Bruce's face also changed drastically, and whispered: "Fak, how could it be him!"

No matter who he came, Gao Yang didn't know him anyway, so he didn't feel anything at all. But seeing people's extremely surprised appearance, Gao Yang couldn't help but say, "Is this person very powerful? What's the origin?"

Bruce glanced at Gao Yang, wanted to speak but stopped. After hesitating for a while, he whispered: "Actually nothing, this is a master, but I know you can definitely defeat him."

Gao Yang shrugged and said, "Exam tube, you should know that I have a big heart. In order to let me understand my opponent, you should tell everything. Only if you hide it like this will I be nervous."

Before Bruce could speak, Alilan walked to Gao Yang and pointed at Gao Yang and said, "This is Mr. Gao Xiang, and he will fight on behalf of us."

Alilan is talking about Gao Yang's fake name, and Gao Yang's fake ID is full of this name.

Gao Yang raised his hand, did not take off his sunglasses, turned around at the crowd, and smiled and signaled to everyone.

There was another burst of exclamation in the crowd, but the exclamation for the gunfire was because their gunman was too famous, while the exclamation for Gao Yang was too unknown.

Gao Xiang? Who is this? Where did it come out? Alilan Mosen Studio actually found such an unknown man to fight, and he was obviously an oriental man. Can he do it?

There is no need to guess what the people present have to think, because the whispering voices had clearly reached Gao Yang's ears.

After showing his face and waved to everyone, Gao Yang continued to say to Bruce beside him: "Now you can tell me what is my opponent's origin?"
Chapter completed!