At midnight, Blue Water Bay was relatively deserted compared to the daytime.
Lu Jiangnian panted as he ran in, and in the vast shooting range, there was only one tall and slender figure standing there.
When he saw him, he didn't speak but just tilted his head to signal, then raised his right hand, aimed at the shooting target in front of him.
Bang.
Lu Jiangnian's scalp went numb.
Looking at the almost completely blown-apart bullseye on the target, he ventured cautiously, "In a bad mood?"
"Cut the crap." Fu Yan efficiently stripped the magazine, "It's your turn now."
Lu Jiangnian picked up a gun and took the opportunity to glance at the person.
His hair was swept upwards, no glasses adorned his face, and even the way he wore his shirt was so formal...
"Some people from the Song Family came to Yun City for you?"
Fu Yan sneered, "They dare?"
