42 Group Leader

Cheng Xiyue showed some rare guts and hung up the phone.

"Just you wait!"

15 minutes? 

He would be there even if he had to take a rocket!

…

At a private shooting range on the west side of the city, it was 3:00 a.m. and the place was empty. It was spacious but quiet.

Cheng Xiyue arrived at the shooting range in a hurry and spotted that tall figure at a first glance.

Bang!

His eyes twitched helplessly after looking around.

Lu Huaiyu must have arrived some time ago because there were two empty magazines beside him. There was only a single hole in the center of the shooting target.

The Lu family had been in stratocracy for three generations. Old Master Lu had even sent Lu Huaiyu to a military camp to practice his shooting, hence it was natural for him to have outstanding shooting skills.

However, ever since he came to Yunzhou to treat his condition, he had never been near a shooting range.