Bang! Bang! Bang!
After three loud blasts, a hole appeared at the center of the three targets ten feet away.
Zhao Yao was very satisfied with his bullseye result and whistled proudly.
Seeing this, Shen Sen and the others hurriedly raised their firearms and pulled the trigger at the targets three feet away.
After a few loud blasts, Chu Huan and the others did hit the targets, but not in the center.
Seeing this, Zhao Yao gently shook his head: "You guys are no good, not a single bullseye."
Chu Huan was not convinced. He shot arrows accurately, but his aim with firearms was unexpectedly poor.
"Boss, we just started practicing, of course it's not accurate," Shen Sen defended himself, "Give us some time, we will definitely hit the bullseye."
"Exactly, as long as we practice diligently, we'll definitely hit it," Zhang He said, unwilling to concede.
Song Jicai said, "Give this young master a few days, and I'll definitely hit the bullseye."
