Two and a half hours later, Zhang Jingdong, seeing that they still hadn't arrived, asked Yan Ning, "Where the heck is his shooting club located? Why haven't we arrived yet?"
Yan Ning replied, "Fruit Mountain."
"Fruit Mountain?" Zhang Jingdong's face lit up with surprise: "Isn't there a wild animal hunting ground there?"
Yan Ning nodded: "Exactly, his shooting range is built inside the hunting ground."
Suddenly, Zhang Jingdong seemed to remember something, "What does the shooting competition usually consist of? It's not like the Olympic Games, is it?"
"No, there are generally two types of combat: individual combat and team battle. Regardless of the format, the principle is to give the same number of bullets, and the side that hunts the most large animals wins."
Zhang Jingdong, seemingly contemplative, nodded: "Then this shooting competition of his seems even tougher than the training exercises organized by Xu Zhong!"
