Face Hurts, You Can Provoke Anyone But Si Fuqing (1)

In a shop with no other customers, a back door led directly to a shooting range behind.

The farthest target, although not a thousand meters away, was no less than eight hundred.

"What are you doing?" Feng San slapped his hand on the young man's shoulder, his expression changing. "Are you doubting Brother Nine? Do you have a death wish?"

Didn't he know that Miss Si's favor was something to be treasured?

That if he angered Brother Nine, he could still seek refuge with Miss Si?

"I'm not doubting!" the young man retorted loudly. "I'm upholding Brother Nine's honor!"

Feng San was at a loss for words.

He suspected Yu Tang had recommended some bizarre action anime to the lad.

Yu Xiheng finally spoke, his voice cool and detached, "Xi Jiang."

"I'm sorry, Brother Nine," Xi Jiang immediately knelt on one knee, head bowed. "I was wrong."

Yu Xiheng looked up. "You don't need to stoop to his level."

Xi Jiang was baffled.