At this moment, the gun in Li Fei's hand didn't stop. As his body turned, he kept firing shots.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
In midair, bottles were continuously hit by the whistling bullets, shattering with fragments flying everywhere, and the fragrant liquor splashing down. So far, not a single bottle had landed unscathed.
In other words, all targets were hit. Soon, the people around found their hands empty, with no bottles left to throw.
Yang Qiong stopped his hand and wiped the liquor off his face, "Sorry for showing off."
Chen Chen silently grinned, under the lights, his bright white teeth were particularly striking.
Li Fei applauded, "What a Yuan Yang Butterfly Gun, pairing men and women, makes shooting not tiring."
A round of cheers erupted from the crowd.
Huo Jing stepped forward, shook Yang Qiong's hand, and said, "In terms of hand-to-hand combat, I, Huo Jing, don't admit your superiority, but when it comes to marksmanship, I'm wholeheartedly convinced and deeply impressed."
