Hu Wei looked at the bullet holes on the target, feeling deeply regretful, and couldn't help but curse himself: "Damn it!"
Because it was just nearly a ten-ring shot.
Still, this score was better than the eight rings on the first shot, a small consolation amidst the regret, and hinted that performances might improve moving forward.
"You better buckle up, because I never give my opponents a chance."
Li Fei smiled and slowly raised his gun.
"Hold on." Hu Wei quickly stopped him.
"What's wrong? Are you admitting defeat in advance?"
"You're delusional, I'll shoot first in the third round." Hu Wei learned from the second round's experience, thinking it would be better if Li Fei didn't shoot first to avoid putting massive pressure on himself.
"No problem, but even if you score a ten, you'll still lose."
Li Fei wasn't boasting. He knew that in the third round, he would hit a perfect ten again.
