This idea merely flashed through Bai Chengxi's mind; he knew this was a competition between men, a silent war. Making Zhuo Yao personally hand over his daughter to another man was like cutting his own flesh and blood, so he absolutely would not lose to this future son-in-law.
"Come on." Zhuo Yao closed his eyes, his face calm, the man who had already faced life and death fears nothing.
Bai Chengxi picked up the gun beside him, silently psyching himself up. Since Zhuo Yao was willing to trust him, he must also trust himself. Therefore, he steadied his mind to shoot these five rounds well.
Qiao San couldn't find Bai Chengxi outside and thought he had left. After returning to the house and not finding her husband, she asked the servant and learned that they seemed to have gone to the shooting range below.
