Speaking of it, the relationship between Lin Fan and Deke is quite complex, they're friends, but also enemies!

Back then, Lin Fan was rampant in the world, fearing no one; anyone who offends me, I absolutely won't spare you. Once, Lin Fan and his idle subordinates trapped the Child Clan in the stock market, provoking the clan's fury, leading them to send more than a dozen assassins to kill Lin Fan, with Deke being the executor of that mission.

At the time, Lin Fan furiously launched a mid-roads attack, kidnapping Deke and his sister. Later, the Child Clan was willing to pay for their ransom, but Lin Fan wasn't interested in money, so he simply demanded the Child Clan agree to three of his conditions before he would let them go.

Due to these three conditions, Lin Fan and Deke initiated some mutual exchanges of interests, and gradually, they reached a point where they weren't friends but weren't enemies either—a mutual interest binding!

"Let's go, let's meet your family's eldest master!" Lin Fan shrugged indifferently.

"Mr. Tyrant, please..." Old Paul made a respectful gesture of invitation.

Lin Fan did not hesitate, casually flicked the cigarette butt from his mouth into a three-meter trash can, and then got into the Rolls-Royce. Old Paul didn't dare delay, immediately waved a hand, and a group of bodyguards quickly got back into their cars. Three vehicles quickly sped away!

Deke's residence was far from the center of Paris, taking almost two hours of driving to reach. It felt like arriving at a wilderness, with just one highway where the three cars sped along!

Had it not been for Lin Fan knowing that the Child Clan wouldn't dare to easily provoke him, Lin Fan would have really thought the old guy intended to take him out to the countryside for a little murder-and-disposal fun!

As the highway gradually came to an end, a luxurious estate slowly came into Lin Fan's view.

This enormous estate was built beside a mountain, located halfway up, with a land area of ten hectares. The estate included forests, mountains, rivers, and various competitive grounds; it had swimming pools, with two indoors and no fewer than three outdoors!

Even though Lin Fan had been here before, each time he came, he couldn't help but marvel at how this place was not a mere residence but more like a public grand park.

"It's good to be rich!" Lin Fan couldn't help but lament!

Soon, the three cars drove up to the estate's entrance, revealing a grand gateway with two tall Roman columns on each side, each over ten meters high. After thorough inspection by the gate's police, the three cars entered the estate.

Within the estate, they drove for about ten minutes before stopping in front of a luxurious palace, making it feel like a medieval royal seat!

At this moment, a row of young stewards stood in front of the palace; as Old Paul alighted, they immediately and respectfully called him "Mr. Old Paul!"

"Where is the young master?" Old Paul asked.

"The young master is practicing shooting in the backyard," a young steward replied.

Old Paul nodded, immediately turned and smiled at Lin Fan: "Mr. Tyrant, the young master is in the backyard, please follow me."

"Lead the way." Lin Fan waved his hand nonchalantly.

Without hesitation, Old Paul led the way. Soon they arrived at the backyard, which, despite being called a yard, was as expansive as a golf course. As Lin Fan stepped in, sharp glances instantly shot from the dark corners, tightly locking onto him.

Before Lin Fan, over a dozen bodyguards stood still like iron towers on either side, while ahead, a handsome man was focusing intently with a sniper rifle, staring at the grassy area. Targets continuously popped up from the grass, gunshots rang out sporadically, and the man's marksmanship was superb, hitting bull's-eye every time!

About three minutes later, the handsome man finally stopped, and Old Paul hurried up, respectfully taking the rifle from the man's hands and whispered something. The man suddenly turned his head, immediately looking at Lin Fan!

Golden curls fluttered in the wind, and he wore a simple sports outfit but managed not a bit to feel out of place, with fair cheeks, delicate features, especially those elongated phoenix eyes hiding a captivating brilliance that captivated everyone at first glance; paired with a height of 1.85 meters, he was simply a male god!

In Lin Fan's life, the two most handsome European men he had seen were the Emperor and Deke, but while the Emperor's handsomeness was domineering and carefree, Deke's was elegant and graceful, the two were entirely different styles!

Indeed, Lin Fan always felt an urge to beat Deke up, this rascal looked annoyingly handsome, handsome enough to invoke jealousy!

"Tyrant, we meet again!" Deke smiled gracefully at Lin Fan, speaking in fluent French.

"Deke, you've gotten even more handsome, every time I see you I want to tie you up and carve a few flowers on your face with a knife." Lin Fan joked, laughing.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh~

However, as soon as Lin Fan said this, the dozen or so bodyguards who were like iron towers abruptly turned their heads, cold and sharp gazes instantly fixed on Lin Fan, filled with murderous intent.

Nonetheless, Lin Fan seemed unfazed by these stares, laughing faintly, "Get your men to put away that murderous aura, or I won't mind making sure they don't see tomorrow's sun. Deke, you know I mean what I say."

At these words, Deke couldn't help but let out a wry smile; perhaps Lin Fan was the only one in the world daring to threaten him, yet he did not dare to doubt Lin Fan's words even a bit, because this guy was a madman with scarcely any limits on what he wouldn't do. Hastily, Deke waved a hand, and only then did those men retract their murderous presence.

"So, what's the reason for calling me here?" Lin Fan smiled casually.

"Getting down to business right upon meeting isn't very elegant, is it? Fancy a round?" Deke pointed at the sniper rifle in Old Paul's hands, smiling.

Lin Fan knew this guy wanted to compete with him in marksmanship, so he shrugged indifferently, smiling, "If you want to play, I'll accompany you for a round."

"Great! Get Mr. Tyrant a sniper rifle immediately," Deke laughed heartily, quickly instructing his subordinates.

Soon, a servant brought over a sniper rifle of the same model as Deke's, prepared eight bullets for each.

Deke said with a smile, "You and I have eight bullets each, let's see who can hit the bullseye every time, whoever gets the most wins, how about it?"

"Suit yourself, after all these rounds, you've never been able to beat me!" Lin Fan replied nonchalantly, not taking this competition seriously at all.

Deke's face turned somber; as Lin Fan had said, since that kidnapping, Deke had tried every way to regain face, challenging Lin Fan to a marksmanship contest every time they met, but the outcome was always predictable: Deke lost every time!

Soon, Deke's eyes immediately grew fervent, a fiery fighting spirit ignited crazily within them!