Are you sure? This question seems too redundant.
However, in the eyes of Meng Ziheng and others, Les Yu's question was superfluous because they believed that Song Ye had no chance of winning at all. A sixteen-year-old boy who had just touched a gun a few times had to compete with the row of 80-90% shooters in front of him. Compared with the masters, it is like a worm shaking a tree.
From Song Ye's point of view, since Les Yu brought her in, this question was not really about how sure it was, but about telling the other party that someone was coming to ruin the situation.
"Boss Le, what do you mean, you want this little kid to compete with us?" The leading man in black stepped forward, his tone uncontrollable arrogance and ridicule.
Les Yu's face remained motionless, with a faint smile on his face. He no longer had the enthusiasm he had when he arrived. He introduced both parties with an air of air, "Song Ye, this is your brother Fang. Fang Jian, they are all gangsters on the road." , the rules are there, the winner is the king or the loser, no matter how young Song Ye is, he still has to give him a chance to try, otherwise how will he know if my money is worth it?"
Fang Jian's face froze. He didn't expect that in front of everyone, the other party would not give him face, and the boy who challenged him was still the one who stabbed him just now. The smile on his face was a little distorted, "Boss Le is right, the rules are You have to follow the rules, and since you ask, I will give you this face."
"Haha, thank you very much." Les Yu laughed. He was good at Tai Chi. He turned back to look at Song Ye who was picking a gun at the table. The smile at the corner of his mouth deepened a little, "Song Ye, are you ready?" ?”
The bullets over there had just been assembled and loaded with a click. Song Ye turned around and nodded with a cold face, "Ten shots?"
Lesyu was startled, and then he laughed and said: "Yes, just ten shots, two hundred and fifty thousand. But you have to shoot well before you can fire the other ten shots." How dare this kid be so fussy, and he agreed on twenty shots, and really shot them in succession Not even a single discount was given to him.
"Oh, please do it. My highest score here is the average score of ninety-seven rings in three times. If he wants to win once, he must reach ninety-nine rings. This is the rule. Don't say I didn't explain it in advance." Fang Jian squinted at Song Ye with a teasing smile on his face.
"Is it okay?" Les Yu only asked lightly.
"Yeah." Song Ye also responded.
No one paid much attention to the ninety-nine rings mentioned by Fang Jian.
If Les Yu is crazy, then Song Ye is no less generous.
Everyone was waiting to see the young man's embarrassment, and to see her raising and aiming the gun. Fang Jian had already thought about raising the price with Les Yu later.
They are all well-known gunmen on the road. In addition to killing people, this kind of job of aiming at targets to make money is easy and quick. In recent years, they have been relying on this to make money. If they don't have two brushes, how can they survive on the road.
It is simply impossible for a young child to defeat them.
But soon, he will discover that there is something called miracle in this world.
Song Ye is not a person who likes to show off, but on some necessary occasions, in order to achieve the goal, appropriately suppressing the entire audience is also a means.
In these ten shots, she didn't use her full strength, but she still managed to survive. The number of rounds was exactly ninety-nine.
When the numbers at the top of the screen were printed, everyone in the audience was shocked.
Fang Jian's originally confident and joking smile froze at the corner of his mouth, turning into an expression uglier than crying. He gritted his teeth and frowned, "I want to check on the spot to avoid being tricked." This is Les Yu's territory. , today's deal had been agreed upon in advance, and now that Les Yu suddenly brought Song Ye to ruin things, they had every reason to believe that this was premeditated.
After all, the people present just didn't believe that a child with no hair could achieve such good results.
"Haha, let's go together then." Les Yu lowered his eyes and chuckled, removing the surprise in his eyes. In fact, he was also amazed by the young man's marksmanship.
The target was moved to the front, and everyone gathered around it from the front or the back. Song Ye leaned aside and had nothing to do with himself.
Le Mingyu was aggrieved at first, feeling that his eldest brother had been cheated, so when he asked for an inspection, he pushed his way to the front to find out.
"Holy crap, was it really him?" Le Mingyu stared at the dense bullet holes in the center of the target and muttered to himself in shock.
Let alone him, if this question wasn't so idiotic, even Fang Jian would have blurted it out.
Lesyu turned to his younger brother with helpless eyes. This younger brother was here to trick him.
Sure enough, after Le Mingyu expressed his doubts, Fang Jian took advantage of the situation and said: "Second Young Master Le said this, and I have some doubts. I didn't have time to check the target just now. Victory or defeat is determined at one time. There is also an element of luck. We brothers have traveled thousands of miles." You have come all the way here, even if you lose, you must be convinced of your defeat."
They were invited by Les Yu, and now they are kicked out. No matter how you say it, Les Yu is at fault.
"What about Boss Fang's wishes?" Les Yu still looked like he was willing to discuss everything, making it hard to figure out his temper.
As soon as Fang Jian winked, a man in black stood up beside him and said loudly: "The competition is just like we did just now. The average score of the three rounds is only fair."
After the words fell, Fang Jian pretended to be helpless and said: "Boss Le has also seen it. The people under me can't swallow this breath. They traveled such a long distance without any hard work and expense. This must be fair."
Les Yu raised his eyebrows and did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked at Song Ye aside, "I really want to ensure fairness, but everyone has also seen that this kid is my brother's classmate, and he is also a friendly supporter. Would you like to I can’t force you if I want to. What do you think, Song Ye?”
In the end, this problem still fell on Song Ye.
Meng Ziheng and others were also speechless. Could it be that they were blinded by the 500,000 gold cards in the rest area just now
What was a paid transaction one second ago turned into friendly support now. Song Ye was not a bastard like Le Mingyu, so he naturally understood what the other party meant.
Les Yu was forcing her to exchange half a million for forty bullets.
However, she, Song Ye, never engages in loss-making business.
Still leaning against the wall as if he had no bones, facing the attention of everyone, Song Ye raised his eyes and stretched out his finger to poke Fang Jian, "The ten bullets just now were for Boss Le's sake, now you want to compete with me, then You will have to pay the lottery prize, and the price will be your deposit this time."
What? Fang Jian was startled, and then he frowned so much that he could kill a fly, and asked sarcastically, "Why should I agree to you?"
Song Ye's lips curled up, and the corners of his eyes were also sarcastic, "With the ninety-nine rings just now."
She doesn't have to compete, but if her score of ninety-nine rings is better than Fang Jian's, it will be confirmed. If she forgets it today, Fang Jian's financial path will be cut off in the future.
Fang Jian's face was ashen, he didn't expect that he would be plotted by a little kid.