594: C594 Winning and Losing

C594 Winning and Losing

This shooting range is inaccessible, but it's especially lively today.

Many Wealthy Class disciples and those who knew about this duel all rushed over to watch.

Le Youyou looked nervous.

Since everyone was here, Tang Beiyue and Gong Mingchuan stood at the shooting range.

They were both tall and slender.

The duel was about to begin, but Han Yuvri suddenly took out two vests. "Put them on. These are bulletproof vests. Youyou also said that when you shoot, you can only aim at your arms and legs. You can't attack. Head, neck, chest, and other important parts. . . Did you hear that? "

Han Yuvri was like a child lecturing as he nagged.

Tang Beiyue nodded. "Got it. "

Gong Mingchuan did not even look at Han Yuvri. He only glanced at Le Youyou. She had thought it through.

This was good as well. They just needed to stop when they needed to and would not harm their lives.

However, the gun did not have eyes. In the end, if the arm and leg were pierced by the bullet, it would be a disaster. He admitted it.

At this moment, Ouyang finally arrived in an army green off-road vehicle.

Le Youyou saw that there was no soldier behind him and could not help but frown. "Ouyang! Come over here. "

Ouyang actually would not use his own soldiers on this kind of boring private matter.

He walked over and said happily to Youyou, "Don't worry, I've told this shooting range to change the bullets in their pistols to tranquilizers. They won't get hurt. Wouldn't it be better if they didn't have to bleed or be put in jail? "

Le Youyou thought about it and indeed this method was better. She patted Ouyang's shoulder and said, "Ouyang, you still have a way. "

With bulletproof vests and anesthetized bullets, they would not be fatally injured.

Three minutes later, at the order of the shooting range coach, Gong Mingchuan and Tang Beiyue each held a gun exclusive to the shooting range and started shooting at each other.

Gong Mingchuan coldly waved the gun. He wanted to hit Tang Beiyue's arm, but the bullet grazed past Tang Beiyue's cheek and flew away.

The moment he opened fire, he suddenly wanted to shoot Tang Beiyue's head.

A line of blood appeared on Tang Beiyue's face. Although he was in a very embarrassing situation, he did not seem to be in a bad position.

He had shot at the same time as Gong Mingchuan just now, but that shot had accurately hit Gong Mingchuan's chest.

Gong Mingchuan's body staggered and he took three or four steps back, but he was not injured at all.

Both of them did not follow the instructions and both hit their heads and chests.

Youyou was really angered to death. But fortunately, the two of them wore a vest and also used an anesthesia bullet. There were no casualties.

She looked gratefully at her elder brother Han Yuvri and Ouyang. Both of them had a proud smile on their faces.

Gong Mingchuan was willing to bet and admit defeat. He took off his vest. He saw a small hole in the chest of the vest. He could not help but frown.

He was actually not afraid of death!

Tang Beiyue's spear was also ruthless enough. He was probably thinking of ways to get rid of the enemy at this critical moment of life and death.

Both of them were cruel and merciless people, so they shot at each other's head and chest, which were the most important things.

He would not have missed the target, but the moment he pulled the trigger, he saw Gong Yingyu.2

So he actually shook his head. In this way, Tang Beiyue was able to save his life. It was only a scratch on his cheek.

When Tang Beiyue shot the bullet at him, the blunt force was so strong that it went straight to his chest and heart.

Gong Mingchuan thought he was going to kill him.

In the end, he was also unharmed.

It turned out that this bullet was actually an anaesthetic bullet, and it was an expired material. The bullet was too blunt, and the vest was too solid. It actually did not pierce through the vest.

The reason why he was fine was actually not because Tang Beiyue showed mercy. It was because Youyou did not want him to die. . .

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