Baird walked fifty meters away, took a gun handed to him by someone next to him, and fired five bullets at the target on the opposite side.
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop...
Only to hear a series of piercing blasts ringing in his ears, the bullets hit the bullseye with unerring accuracy.
"Two tens, three nines, a total of forty-seven points!" Baird's fair-weather friends immediately reported to him eagerly.
"Baird's shooting is top-notch, truly like splitting a willow leaf at a hundred paces!"
"Baird's marksmanship is divine, can that kid even compare?"
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Baird proudly glanced over at Basil Jaak.
"Boy, hurry up, it's your turn!"
"Exactly, hurry up!"
"If you're too scared, just admit defeat to our Baird now, to avoid missing all your shots and humiliating yourself!"
"Haha..."
Amidst a burst of laughter, Basil Jaak slowly took the pistol handed to him, deliberately squinting his left eye to aim at the center of the target, then let out a light laugh.
