"That's perfect, you come train them, take down their arrogance. Otherwise, these guys act like they're unbeatable."
Mo Hongshan glanced around, picked up a stone the size of a ping pong ball, and threw it into the air.
Ma Tiezhu immediately readied his gun, aiming at the target.
But!
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a bright light hit his eyes.
Ma Tiezhu suddenly felt a sting in his eyes, and as he pulled the trigger, it shifted slightly, missing the target.
Everyone looked at Lin Yi, noticing he had a piece of glass shard in his hand, reflecting light into Ma Tiezhu's eyes.
Seeing this, Feng Chunxing showed a bit of displeasure on his face.
"Journalist, that's definitely not okay."
"You've practiced aiming and shooting enough, continuing won't make much of a difference. You need to predict the target and then open fire," Lin Yi said:
