Before the crowd could marvel, Lin Yifan continued to shoot, blowing up the small red balls.
"Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!"
With every small red ball that exploded, the tension among the onlookers intensified.
Now, the entire shooting range seemed like Lin Yifan's personal battlefield; here, he was the boss, the master of all lives.
At this moment, the owner of the shooting event was sweating profusely, constantly using his sleeve to wipe the sweat trickling down his forehead.
Following that, he muttered under his breath, "Damn! Absolutely freakish! Not a single bullet went astray."
Given the current situation, it looked like his 18K gold diamond ruby necklace was going to be taken by the opponent.
This necklace was worth more than five thousand, almost as much as his monthly salary. If it were taken away, it would indeed be a huge loss.
