After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 227 - 227: Face Hurts, You Can Provoke Anyone But Si Fuqing (1)

The farthest target, although not a thousand meters away, was no less than eight hundred.

“What are you doing?” Feng San slapped his hand on the young man’s shoulder, his expression changing. “Are you doubting Brother Nine? Do you have a death wish?”

Didn’t he know that Miss Si’s favor was something to be treasured?

That if he angered Brother Nine, he could still seek refuge with Miss Si?

“I’m not doubting!” the young man retorted loudly. “I’m upholding Brother Nine’s honor!”

Feng San was at a loss for words.

He suspected Yu Tang had recommended some bizarre action anime to the lad.

Yu Xiheng finally spoke, his voice cool and detached, “Xi Jiang.”

“I’m sorry, Brother Nine,” Xi Jiang immediately knelt on one knee, head bowed.

“I was wrong.”

Yu Xiheng looked up. “You don’t need to stoop to his level.” Xi Jiang was baffled.

Feng San couldn’t help but feel a bit of schadenfreude.

“No, I’m all set,” Si Fuqing said, her eyes and brows relaxed. “But what’s in it for me if I hit the target? If you just tell me to shoot, where’s my dignity in that?”

Xi Jiang, still kneeling, replied, “If you hit it, you can have my salary for the month!”

After all, gambling like this was common among the brothers.

He was the gambling king; when had he ever lost?

Hearing this, Si Fuqing’s expression brightened, “Deal.”

Feng San couldn’t bear to watch.

Why did the kid have to wager something as sensitive as his salary?

Once Miss Si got serious, it was a bit terrifying.

Sure enough, Si Fuqing began to haggle, “One shot, one month’s salary. Then for twelve shots, you’ll give me a year’s salary.”

Anyone close to Yu Xiheng surely had some money.

Xi Jiang was stunned, “You haven’t even shot yet, what are you doing!”

Yu Xiheng sipped his tea, smiling slightly in approval, “Sounds good.” The other young men, who had fallen from the ceiling like Xi Jiang, looked at each other, bewildered.

When had their lord started participating in such bets?

“I’m starting,” Si Fuqing said and pulled the trigger.

“Bang!”

The bullet shot out swiftly. Xi Jiang didn’t even blink.

“Bang bang bang!”

One shot followed another, almost no interval between them, no pause at all.

Her wrist didn’t move, nor was there any sign of nervousness on her face.

Xi Jiang’s expression went from unconcerned to utterly astounded.

Not to mention the accuracy, just the way Si Fuqing held the gun showed she was more than just proficient!

After twelve shots, Si Fuqing twirled the gun, “The recoil is so light, both the material and craftsmanship are top-notch. Impressive.”

Without Yu Xiheng needing to say, she knew it must be a product of the MO family.

The favor she owed them was enormous; she didn’t know how many months of work it would take to repay.

“Remember to give me the salary,” Si Fuqing patted Xi Jiang’s shoulder like an elder brother. “Tough luck, working man, you’ve worked for nothing this year.”

Xi Jiang came to his senses, face red, “Who knows if you hit them all, it’s not certain yet! ”

He immediately went to the back of the range.

Feng San, tactfully, led the other brothers to follow.

Reaching the farthest target, they all fell silent at the sight of the solitary bullet hole at the center.

rlWvelve shots, not a single miss.

Xi Jiang felt as if he’d been struck by lightning, his mind in a daze, “Did… Did Did she did she calculate before shooting?!”

Is she a science student?

Feng San remained silent too.

He should have believed Yu Tang’s words; Miss Si was capable of anything.

Xi Jiang turned, his expression rigid, “Feng San, my brother! Can you lend me a hand?”

His year’s salary was gone; he might as well drink to the northwest wind now.

“I warned you, but you didn’t listen, and you even brought up your salary,” Feng San held his sword. “Miss Si is always short on money. Your twelve months’ salary couldn’t even buy a few gold bricks. It’s not enough for her.”

Xi Jiang was incredulous, “Not enough with a few bricks? Is she a reincarnated gold-eating beast?”

Feng San shrugged, glancing at the others, “Where’s Shen Ying?”

“Oh, he just picked up a delivery order,” one of them scratched his head. “It’s a long trip, and they offered him an extra 20 for the run. He happily went off.”

Feng San was lost for words.

Being a subordinate of Brother Nine was indeed hard work.

Inside the room.

“Keep it safe,” Yu Xiheng spoke again. “For self-defense..”