?55: Chapter 55: Terrible Shooting Skills 55: Chapter 55: Terrible Shooting Skills Upon entering the Dragon Tiger Club, Ye Feng once again witnessed what true luxury meant.

    The finest jade material here was merely used to pave the floors, and precious mink fur merely served as seat upholstery.

    The Dragon Tiger Club was immense, and under Li Minjie’s guidance, Ye Feng felt like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, experiencing the club’s exotic sights.

    “I think I just saw Liu Sisi, was that really her?” Ye Feng spotted a familiar figure and quickly pulled Li Minjie over, asking curiously.

    “Yeah!

    There are a lot of celebrities here.

    How about I introduce you to one?” Seeing Ye Feng’s amazed expression, Li Minjie chuckled and said cheerfully.

    “Really...

    really Liu Sisi?” Ye Feng was shocked.

    Who was Liu Sisi?

    She was a top-tier celebrity, and seeing her certainly excited Ye Feng.

    “Should I go fetch her?” Seeing that Ye Feng still couldn’t believe it, Li Minjie teased him with a look.

    “No...

    no need, let’s go shooting!” Ye Feng quickly waved his hands.

    Faced with the choice between meeting a celebrity and shooting, he obviously chose the latter.

    Guns were indeed marvelous things, almost irresistibly so.

    While firing at targets, Ye Feng couldn’t help but admire how formidable the Dragon Tiger Club was, daring to even indulge in such activities.

    The firearms at the Dragon Tiger Club weren’t the real guns used by the military, but pseudo-real guns, a hybrid between real guns and replicas.

    Although they weren’t as powerful as real guns, they were much stronger than replicas.

    Although these were only pseudo-real guns with less power than real guns, holding them felt incredibly satisfying, not at all inferior to real guns.

    Li Minjie handed over a machine gun loaded with bullets, which Ye Feng nonchalantly took and unleashed a volley at the target, his posture filled with confidence but the result was absolutely dismal.

    Not a single bullet hit the target, let alone the bullseye.

    “Your shooting is really terrible.

    Watch this.” Seeing Ye Feng’s comically inept shooting, Li Minjie teased him and raised his machine gun to aim at the target, firing a shot with a loud bang.

    Sure enough, his shooting was excellent, hitting the bullseye with one shot, a profound contrast to Ye Feng who couldn’t even hit the target.

    “Pfft!

    I’m not playing for skill, it’s all about the thrill.

    You wouldn’t understand.” Ye Feng scorned Li Minjie, reloaded, and took another shot.

    The bullet beautifully soared towards the target, but the accuracy was, frankly, embarrassing, missing the mark once again.

    “Damn it!

    I don’t believe this.

    I’m this handsome and I can’t even hit the target?” Seeing that he had missed again, Ye Feng was infuriated and picked up his gun, firing the trigger repeatedly.

    Bang!

    Bang!

    Bang!

    Bang!

    Bang!

    Bang!

    Ye Feng fired six shots, the bullets flying towards the target as if they cost nothing.

    “Haha!

    See, I do have potential after all, didn’t I hit it?” Finally, one out of the six bullets hit the target, which made Ye Feng instantly joyful and he laughed, feeling very pleased with himself.

    “Oh man!

    Seriously, you waste bullets like that?

    Such a profligate.” While Ye Feng was amused, Li Minjie felt heartache for the bullets.

    What he couldn’t stand wasn’t just Ye Feng’s wastefulness with bullets, but also his self-admiration.

    Six bullets and only one hit the target, and it was the worst score.

    Yet this guy still dared to say he had potential, deluding himself completely.

    After shooting for about 2 hours, Ye Feng gradually lost interest.

    The number of bullets he wasted during this time was uncountable.

    While others counted their scores by bullets, this guy counted by magazines.

    Moreover, what others could achieve with one bullet, completely blew away his whole magazine’s worth of shots.

    He truly embodied the term “wastage” to the fullest extent.

    “I really want to strangle you,” Li Minjie said, holding the bill with an urge to strangle Ye Feng.

    Today, Ye Feng had shot away more than one hundred thousand yuan worth of bullets.

    Although he was quite wealthy, fucking hell, he couldn’t keep up with this kind of waste!

    “Look who’s talking!

    It was you who dragged me here.

    If it weren’t for giving you face, I wouldn’t have come at all!” There!

    Ye Feng obviously took advantage and still acted cute.

    “Yo!

    Isn’t this our young master Jie?

    What’s up, coming here again to lose money to me?” Ye Feng and Li Minjie had just entered a social hall when a young man in his 20s, dressed in ‘Armani’, came up to them, laughing merrily.

    Although he was all smiles, his words and expressions were full of disdain.

    “Who is this guy?” Seeing this guy with a smug face, Ye Feng was very annoyed.

    He casually picked his nose and asked dismissively.

    Picking his nose was deliberate by Ye Feng, an effective way to mock his opponent and make him angrier.

    “This guy is Wang Jia, his background is not inferior to mine.

    He’s really good at gambling, last time he won several hundred thousand from me, it hurt me like hell,” Li Minjie said, somewhat fearful of Wang Jia, carefully pulling Ye Feng aside and whispering in his ear.

    Upon hearing this, an amusing thought flashed through Ye Feng’s eyes.

    “Gambling?

    This is exciting, it’s my first time gambling!

    Could you guys go easy on me?” Ye Feng feigned an extremely naive look and began shouting excitedly, Li Minjie couldn’t stop him even if he tried.

    “Who is this?” Wang Jia had never seen Ye Feng before and, seeing Ye Feng’s attire, he seemed not very rich, which made him hesitate.

    “I forgot to introduce you, this is my sworn brother.” Ye Feng was already being irreverent, and it was too late for Li Minjie to act timid, so he reluctantly introduced Ye Feng.

    “Oh!

    So, it’s Brother Ye.” Once he heard that Ye Feng was connected to Li Minjie, Wang Jia immediately became interested and shook hands with Ye Feng, saying warmly, “Brother Ye, how many rounds do you want to play?”

    “Isn’t that obvious?

    I’ve brought 4 million today, if I don’t lose it all, I won’t be able to sleep.” Ye Feng wanted to convey that he was an easy mark, rich and foolish, come and take my money.

    “Great, Brother Ye is straightforward indeed!

    Let’s head to the casino.” Sure enough, hearing that Ye Feng had brought 4 million, Wang Jia’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

    The Dragon Tiger Club also had its own casino.

    Although the club did not officially run the tables, the place was always bustling every day, frequented by wealthy second-generation gamblers.

    The casino at the Dragon Tiger Club was very spacious; within one large hall, there were dozens of gambling tables, fully accommodating this crowd of high-status revelers.

    Ye Feng and the others entered the casino and sat down at a poker table, as their group wasn’t large and playing poker seemed appropriate.

    “Quick!

    There’s going to be a good show over there, hurry up and watch.”

    “Damn, the Wang Family’s young master has snagged another sucker, let’s go and have a look.”

    Just as Ye Feng and his party sat down, the gamblers who were already there, exclaimed in surprise and gathered around their table.