Sheng Ning's shoulder ached from the recoil of the semi-automatic rifle, but she still gritted her teeth and endured, striving to maintain the standard posture.
"Ten rings, ten rings..." the voice counting the score was hoarse from shouting.
Dai Bin stared with wide eyes, unable to believe the results, and dashed over to see for himself. It really was ten rings. Could it be that he had trained a genius?
"Ten rings, two tens... Impossible!"
"Why impossible? The instructor personally went to check and didn't say anything."
"You mean she's that skilled?"
"If she isn't, who is? After all, she is Living Yama's wife. I heard Living Yama is a Sharpshooter with dual pistols. Like family, like door, isn't it!"
Qin Cuifen was dumbfounded; her shooting was terrible. She had assumed Sheng Ning was no better than herself, but now that Sheng Ning had stolen the limelight, didn't that mean she would be overshadowed?
