In the shooting range of Brunas, Tang Mo watched with interest as Wes emptied a handgun magazine and then continued to reload.
Good marksmanship is cultivated with bullets; without extensive live-fire practice, talent alone is useless.
One must shoot year after year, day after day, to maintain their feel for the gun and preserve muscle memory, ensuring the most accurate shooting action in the shortest time possible.
Wes was Tang Mo's personal guard. Until he found a successor he could trust, Wes was the last line of defense by Tang Mo's side.
Such a person must always maintain the best combat readiness, so Wes always seized every opportunity to train his combat skills.
His proficiency with the handgun was nearly divine, with almost every shot hitting the bullseye. And his drawing speed was unbelievably fast, like lightning.
