Chapter 705 "Who Cares Who Calls Dad"

Xiong Zhen looked at Ban Cun, who was laughing so hard he was holding his stomach, and gave him an angry glare without saying a word.
He was right, this arm was trained from shooting.
Due to the constant dissuasion from his private instructor, Xiong Zhen had directly scolded him out, which led to improper operation and injury to himself.
Jiang Yang walked forward, scaring Xiong Zhen to retreat repeatedly. The image of this man grabbing his hair and slamming it against the wall was still vivid in his mind. He flailed his arms and kicked his legs, resembling a little woman about to be assaulted.
"You, you, you, don't come over!"
Xiong Zhen's right arm has been dislocated, and he grabbed the sand eagle on the ground with his left hand, turning the muzzle haphazardly.
Jiang Yang was stunned for two seconds: "Take it easy, don't break yourself here."
Ban Cun laughed with a twisted mouth: "What's up, Young Master Xiong wants to waste another arm after messing up one!"
Xiong Zhen was about to cry: "My father won't spare you."
Jiangyang gave him an angry glare and didn't bother to waste any more words with him. She took a step forward and held onto Xiong Zhen's neck, making him unable to move. With her right hand, she felt around his dislocated arm.
"You you you, what are you doing?!"
Xiong Zhen was held down by the neck, his eyes only able to see the ceiling, panting with a frightened look on his face.
Jiang Yang still ignored him, feeling with his right hand as he groped on his arm.
"Found it."
With a grunt, Jiangyang suddenly exerted force with his right arm, and a dull "creak" sound was heard.
"Ah!!!"
A heart-wrenching scream rang out again.
Jiangyang deftly stretched out his left hand, got up and returned to his original position: "Can you move your arm now?"
After listening to Xiong Zhen, he quickly grabbed his arm and shook it with a surprised look on his face: "It's alright! It's alright!!"
Jiang Yang sighed and shook his head in resignation before turning and walking away.
For someone who regularly trains in combat and real fighting, understanding the principles of bone structure is like a science student's understanding of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.
With a disdainful look on his face, Banzun looked at Xiong Zhen and said, "You dare to be a big shot, and try to be a hoodlum in the society. Go home and let your mommy breastfeed you, be a good boy and listen to me!"
With a mocking laugh, he followed Jiangyang's footsteps and left.
There was only Xiong Zhen left in the room, staring at the sand eagle on the ground, lost in thought.
After returning to the VIP box, Jiangyang glanced at his watch, and it was already 4:30 in the afternoon.
Suhe and Xu Mengdan were playing vigorously. When they saw the two of them coming back, they rushed forward to inquire what had happened.
Jiang Yang just responded that someone accidentally shot themselves and didn't say much more, then picked up the gun and started practicing target shooting.
Standing straight with one foot in front of the other, facing sideways, the shooter extends their right arm and takes aim with a Desert Eagle at the moving target. The sound of gunshots is continuous, while the bystander, wearing earphones, looks on with admiration and continuously praises the shooter.
The large caliber bullets for the sand eagle cost at least two hundred each, and even the small bee bullets reach a price of eighty yuan each.
In this country, the barrier to entry for shooting sports is not only due to the ban on firearms, but also because of economic barriers that limit the ability of the common people to learn this skill.
One shot is worth half a month's salary for ordinary people, reaching the freedom to shoot is definitely a movement that ordinary people cannot imagine.
Once Jiang Yang entered the state, the bullets were even more relentless.
Board inch handed over bullets while asking the waiters how much each bullet costs, and the beauties smiled and remained silent, not knowing whether it was due to the loud gunshots or intentionally avoiding Board inch's question.
During the shooting, the electronic watch on Jiangyang's wrist was clearly visible.
Suhuo noticed the electronic watch and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
It wasn't until four thirty in the afternoon that Sixi appeared at the door. He first praised Jiangyang's shooting skills and then announced that Mr. Si Hai had finished receiving the distinguished guest and was ready to meet him now.
After hearing this, Jiangyang greeted everyone and left. Just as he walked out, he found Xiong Zhen holding a gun blocking the door.
Sixi was shocked and exclaimed, "Young Master Xiong, what are you doing?!"
Xiong Zhen didn't say a word, just stared at Jiang Yang.
Ban Cun unconsciously took a step forward, extended his right hand and pushed Jiang Yang backwards.
The group was blocked at the door, unable to go out, unable to retreat, and no one knew what the young master wanted to do.
"What's wrong, don't want your arm anymore?"
Jiang Yang raised his eyebrows, a hint of subtle coldness flashing in his eyes.
Xiong Zhen snorted and suddenly exclaimed, "You take me as your little brother, I'll acknowledge you as my big brother. I'll follow you from now on!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone looked at each other in surprise.
Bancun was confused, "Bro, which play is this from?"
Jiangyang reached out his right hand, "Give me the gun."
Xiong Zhen thought for a moment and handed the gun to Jiangyang.
Jiangyang first took the gun, then handed it to Sixi beside him, and walked to Xiong Zhen's side, staring at him intently.
Xiong Zhen's face broke out in a sweat as he continued to stare at Jiangyang.
Three seconds later, Jiang Yang grabbed Xiong Zhen's neck and pushed him onto the wall, making way for a passage.
"Who do you think you are?"
Jiang Yang walked forward without looking back.
It was a false alarm. Ban Cun also followed suit and passed by Xiong Zhen, taking a glance at him and imitating his action, "What are you trying to do, little punk."
Su He shook his head helplessly and left as well.
Xu Mengdan followed at the end, took a glance at Xiong Zhen, shook her head and said, "Little rascal." Xiong Zhen leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, and looked somewhat unwillingly at the group leaving, wondering what other tricks he could come up with.
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Royal Club, Huaiyi Hall.
The hall is as huge as a palace, and the furniture in the hall is made of ancient and heavy wood. The beams in the hall are seven or eight meters high, making it look very spacious.
In the center, there is a tiger skin chair, and sitting on the chair is an old man with white hair and grey beard, exuding a domineering and majestic aura.
The opposite of the chair is a huge tea table, at least six meters long and four meters wide, surrounded by some people who all look like distinguished figures in the Jianghu world.
"I said."
The old man on the tiger skin chair doesn't seem so majestic when he speaks.
Whether in action or emphasis, it is just like a person from the "martial arts world", only missing the words "loyalty" engraved on the forehead.
"Lao Xiong, I brought you here today not because of you, but because of my daughter. I heard that your son got my daughter drunk last night, and even said that I, Si Hai, am just an old hooligan. If it weren't for you holding me back, I would have dealt with him long ago! This is the good son you've raised, Xiong Tianhua, daring to spread rumors like this in the whole city. It must be only your precious son, right?"
Stepping forward with his right leg, Sihai propped his right arm on top and spoke in a strong Beijing accent, shaking his head as he spoke, word by word.
"I'm telling you, Lao Xiong."
Sihai stared at Xiong Tianhua and said, "If a child does not teach his father's faults, then you have to take care of it."
Next to the tea table, a middle-aged man with an ugly face, tall and burly figure, and a fat head and big ears said in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense with me. I'm asking you, going out to drink means having a good time, right? Haven't you ever picked up girls before? How the hell can I not believe this! What's the big deal about one kilogram? Fine, even if my son Xinxin is being unreasonable, if you give him a big slap, I'll still go along with it!"
"However!"
Xiong Tianhua stared and said, "Dragging his hair and banging his head against the wall, his brain is all smashed. This kid was not very clever since he was young. Now, he doesn't even recognize his own family! Guess what he said to me this morning?"
Sihuai squinted at Xiong Tianhua and asked, "What did you say?"
Xiong Tianhua slammed the table and said loudly, "Pointing at my nose, if I don't take revenge on him today, I, Xiong Tianhua, won't mix in Kyoto anymore. Let him f***ing call me dad in the future!"
"Hahahaha!"
Sihai sat on the chair, laughing uproariously, clapping the chair armrest with both hands, almost out of breath.
Xiong Tianhua gritted his teeth and stared at Sihai, his eyes seemed to spew fire: "Is it that funny?"