In Yu Minglang's dictionary, the word "coward" does not exist.
When Wang Yafei scored a perfect shot, Yu Minglang just smiled slightly, then stepped back, stepped back further, and kept stepping back...
"Hey! Why are you standing so far away!"
The stall owner said in horror.
After winning his biggest doll, does he also want to take the gun?
"I'm here, what are you afraid of?" Qian said, observing Yu Minglang's every move.
"But standing so far away, you can't possibly hit the target; this gun's range is only a few meters." The owner knew his gun well; they were toy guns, originally adjusted to be inaccurate, and once the range was exceeded, combined with factors like wind speed, hitting the target was nearly impossible.
"Whether it hits or not is his business, just watch."
After Qian finished speaking, she looked at Yu Minglang.
Wang Yafei and the others were equally surprised, one couldn't help but exclaim.
"How can he possibly hit it?"
