Rebirth: He refused to Divorce Again-Chapter 189 - Does Young Master Qin Have This

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Does Young Master Qin Have This? Chapter 189 -189: Does Young Master Qin Have This? Zhao Xiaoming’s chest heaved with rage, as if he was breathing in and out, and it took a long while before he seemed to find his voice again.

He turned and walked away.

This place was filled with the wealthy and the noble, not just any ordinary venue, and Qin Yize was incredibly popular here.

If a real conflict had ensued, the few rotten friends he had brought today would have definitely been at a disadvantage.

So, he could only leave with resentment.

Gu Qiaoqiao leaned forward from in front of Qin Yize, smiling slightly, “Why use a cleaver to kill a chicken? Ah Ze, teach me how to use a gun, and I’ll compete with him.”

The clear young girl’s voice echoed across the rough shooting range, startling everyone.

Those few people looked at Gu Qiaoqiao as if she was a fool.

And Qin Yize was swayed by that call of ‘Ah Ze.’

It turned out those two words, coming from Gu Qiaoqiao’s mouth, sounded so pleasant.

For a moment, he was somewhat infatuated.

But upon meeting Gu Qiaoqiao’s sly gaze, he suddenly came back to his senses.

And instantly understood.

Zhao Xiaoming had already stopped in his tracks, looking incredulously at the young girl by Qin Yize’s side.

What did she mean?

She wanted to compete with him?

But she wanted Qin Yize to teach her how to use a gun first.

Where did this foolish girl come from?

How could she not realise the immensity of heaven and earth?

Although she was pretty and looked lively, it turned out she was an idiot.

However, he immediately found it amusing.

He raised his eyebrows toward Qin Yize, “Your woman wants to compete with me, what do you say?”

He thought Qin Yize would scold the girl for her foolishness, but unexpectedly, Qin Yize tenderly ruffled the girl’s hair and said softly, “As long as you’re happy.”

Thus, the shooting range in the Eastern District of the Imperial Capital boiled over with excitement.

The people who were playing in this shooting range today, all came to this fifty-meter range upon hearing the news.

The usually empty stands now seated a large crowd of people.

And some people from the shooting community began to rush over after receiving the news.

This was big news.

The wife of Young Master Qin from the West City District was actually going to challenge Zhao Xiaoming, the number two ace shooter of the East City District shooting range.

Of course, the number one shooter was Qin Yize.

Moreover, it was heard that the girl didn’t even know how to shoot, and there, Qin Yize was patiently teaching her.

Learning to shoot on the spot?

Was Young Master Qin really that indulgent with women?

Although losing wouldn’t be embarrassing, it also wouldn’t be something to be proud of.

And this Zhao Xiaoming was a real villain.

If he won, who knew how he would boast about it.

Those who were close to Qin Yize all came to persuade him, but Qin Yize was concentrating on teaching Gu Qiaoqiao, unmoved.

When Chu Chengfeng hurried over, Gu Qiaoqiao and Zhao Xiaoming had already taken their positions at the fifty-meter range.

Qin Yize stood by Gu Qiaoqiao’s side, loading her bullets.

Zhao Xiaoming also had someone standing by his side, but that person was a coach from the range.

Chu Chengfeng was anxious, “Ah Ze, you’re going along with her nonsense. Stop the competition now. Zhao Xiaoming is a mean-spirited man. If he wins, he will spread it all over the Imperial Capital, and whatever he says will not be suitable for the public eye, as foul as can be.”

Gu Qiaoqiao blinked her eyes but didn’t say a word.

She believed that.

Zhao Xiaoming was indeed a despicable and shameless petty man.

Finally, Qin Yize decided to look at Chu Chengfeng, smiling slightly, “When have you ever seen me act foolishly?”

Chu Chengfeng was startled; true, he had never seen Qin Yize acting foolishly from childhood to adulthood.

And at that moment, the referee’s whistle blew.

The stands were packed with a sea of people, probably half of the shooting circle in the Imperial Capital had come.

Some brought friends along.

Meanwhile, Lin Qinghuan sat in the audience with her classmates.

She had approached Qin Yize earlier to greet him, but seeing the two of them with heads bowed, one teaching and the other learning, in an intimate whispering manner, she turned and left.

With her expression as usual, she returned to her seat and chatted gleefully with her female classmates as if nothing had happened.

The two girls chattered away, guessing who would win or lose.

Gu Qiaoqiao took her designated position while Qin Yize silently retreated to a distance of five steps away.

But it was at this moment that Zhao Xiaoming suddenly waved his hand and shouted loudly, “Wait a second.”

Everyone was taken aback.

Could it be that this guy had a change of heart and decided not to embarrass the girl?

Could he be that kind?

Besides, they’d better not back out, as they’d all placed bets in private.

Even though the amounts were small, not playing would dampen spirits.

Gu Qiaoqiao looked at Zhao Xiaoming, a trace of disgust and hatred flickered across her eyes before vanishing without a trace.

She calmly awaited this beast to speak.

Zhao Xiaoming walked over but looked at Qin Yize, “Young Master Qin, just competing is boring.”

“And what do you suggest?” Qin Yize asked with a slightly raised eyebrow, speaking deliberately slow.

“Let’s make a bet on something. Otherwise, wouldn’t everyone’s trip here be a waste?”

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“So what do you propose we bet on?”

“A strip bet?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a wave of murderous intent surged, and Qin Yize’s expression turned as cold as an ancient glacial abyss, his stare predatory, his aura instantly shifting like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey.

The air of authority he exerted, without even showing anger, came with an innate presence.

Zhao Xiaoming was frightened into taking two steps back before he steadied himself.

If he hadn’t seen it wrong, then Qin Yize had looked at him as if he were looking at a dead person.

He swallowed nervously.

Qin Yize’s voice then rose eerily cold, “I have no interest in seeing your stinking flesh.”

After speaking, he asked Gu Qiaoqiao, his tone becoming gentle, “What would you like to bet on?”

Gu Qiaoqiao thought about it, ignored Zhao Xiaoming, and said to Qin Yize, “If I win, he kneels on the ground and calls me ‘Ancestor’ three times, then slaps himself hard ten times. If I lose, he can set the terms.”

Zhao Xiaoming frowned; the person he respected the most was his own ancestor, but how could he possibly lose to a girl?

A girl holding a gun for the first time, no less.

“If I lose, I accept your terms, if you lose, no other demands, just kiss me three times,” Zhao Xiaoming said, breaking into a hearty laugh after speaking.

Gu Qiaoqiao nodded readily.

At this time, Qin Yize also laughed, but his smile was unfathomable.

The referee announced the terms of the wager to everyone in the audience.

The crowd there started to boil over once again.

This was not only about winning or losing but also about the stakes.

The day had not been wasted.

Chu Chengfeng had also placed a bet, as had his good buddies.

Although it was a foregone conclusion that they would lose, they gritted their teeth and supported Qin Yize.

And Lin Qinghuan had also bet on ten hands.

Then she smiled and got ready to watch the competition.

Once it quieted down, the referee finally called the start of the match.

Qin Yize and the coach withdrew once more to a distance beyond five steps.

The rules of the competition had been set in advance: a hundred rounds of ammunition, counted in ten rounds.

And they changed the game.

They adopted a turn-based shooting style, one shot each person.