It turned out that the mountain lodge Lu Sui mentioned was actually a shooting range. Lu Lin hadn’t arrived yet, so Lu Sui first took Wu Mangmang to the indoor practice range.

“Know how to shoot?” Lu Sui asked Wu Mangmang.

Looking down on me, are you?

“When your grandaunt was playing with guns, you were still wearing split-crotch pants,” Wu Mangmang said, glancing at Lu Sui sideways.

“Grandaunt really takes good care of herself,” Lu Sui praised.

Wu Mangmang touched her face. Hehe, overdid the act a bit.

“How about we compete then?” Wu Mangmang asked with great confidence.

“You sure?”

The way Lu Sui said this was really too provocative. Wu Mangmang replied: “Absolutely, definitely, and certainly sure.”

“OK.” Lu Sui nodded.

“Since it’s a competition, there should be some stakes, right?” Wu Mangmang’s eyes swept over Lu Sui’s body in a sneaky manner.

“You name it,” Lu Sui said, standing in front of the equipment cabinet selecting a gun.

“If you lose, you have to wear jeans with your upper body bare and let me take photos of your abs to post on Weibo, and…” Wu Mangmang decided to make the conditions more restrictive, “the jeans can’t be buttoned up.”

Good physique should be shared with everyone.

There had to be some keepsake, right? Wu Mangmang was wholeheartedly thinking about making her money’s worth.

Lu Sui didn’t say anything.

Wu Mangmang felt a bit nervous, afraid that Lu Sui would back out of the bet. Such a good opportunity would be a real shame to miss.

The demand seemed a bit excessive. Actually, Wu Mangmang had originally wanted to make Mr. Lu expose even more, but didn’t dare to suggest it.

“Sure,” Lu Sui agreed after appreciating Wu Mangmang’s expression for a moment.

Yes! Wu Mangmang gave herself a “V” sign in her heart.

“What about my stakes?” Lu Sui asked.

“You can ask for anything,” Wu Mangmang said generously.

“Seems like there’s nothing I need,” Lu Sui said.

Wu Mangmang’s eyeballs almost drilled holes through Lu Sui. This was too much of a blow to her, such a vivacious great beauty.

“Want me to help you think of something?” Wu Mangmang offered with fake kindness.

“Go ahead,” Lu Sui said, having selected his gun and wiping it with a nearby handkerchief.

Wu Mangmang leaned close to Lu Sui and said: “How about I let you lick my belly button for five minutes?”

Think your grandaunt doesn’t know about your fetishes?

Lu Sui asked in surprise: “Why would I want to lick your belly button?”

Wu Mangmang felt her face being slapped with loud “smacks,” but stubbornly held her ground: “Fine, I’ll let you lick my toe then.”

“Wouldn’t that mean I could only lose?” Lu Sui asked.

“So do you want to compete or not?” Wu Mangmang was so angry she was jumping up and down.

“Let’s go back to the belly button then, but with whipped cream on it,” Lu Sui said.

Wu Mangmang imagined herself looking like a birthday cake and mocked: “Why not light a candle too?”

Lu Sui shook his head, “I don’t have special fetishes.”

Wu Mangmang’s face instantly turned red as a monkey’s bottom. After men reach adulthood, mentioning candles probably never brings to mind innocent birthday cakes anymore.

“Fine, it’s a deal,” Wu Mangmang finalized with a decisive tone, then picked up her selected gun. In front of Lu Sui, she smoothly completed the loading and chambering process within ten seconds.

She couldn’t help but praise herself for being “cool.”

“Back in college, I wanted to apply to police academy,” Wu Mangmang gave Lu Sui a “you’ll regret this” look.

However, that aspiration was severely criticized by Boss Wu and Ms. Liu, so Wu Mangmang reluctantly gave it up.

She had been quite obsessed with 007 back then and was determined to become that kind of stunningly beautiful Bond girl who could fight and kill.

Looking back now, it was pretty funny.

“Mm,” Lu Sui responded lukewarmly, “You first or me first?”

Wu Mangmang said: “I won’t take advantage of you. Let’s play rock-paper-scissors.”

Mr. Lu naturally disagreed with such a childish game, “No need, you choose.”

“No, that wouldn’t be a fair victory,” Wu Mangmang insisted. Since she was going to win, she had to win beautifully, giving Lu Sui no chance to complain.

Lu Sui had to turn to borrow a coin from the staff, “You choose.”

“Tails,” Wu Mangmang said.

Lu Sui indeed flipped tails. Wu Mangmang said: “Then I’ll go first.”

Actually, in shooting competitions, the person who shoots later theoretically has a small psychological advantage. Wu Mangmang was being courteous.

Lu Sui smiled lightly, “Seems like you’re very confident in yourself.”

Wu Mangmang made a blowing gesture at the gun muzzle, “Don’t underestimate women.”

Wu Mangmang put on her ear protection, raised the gun with both hands, and her first shot scored an excellent 9.2 rings. Her aim felt very good today.

“Very good,” Lu Sui said, watching her take this shot from behind.

Wu Mangmang smiled faintly, her expert aura fully activated. Bring on all the compliments – she could handle it.

Lu Sui’s gun-holding posture was handsome and cool. Wu Mangmang watched his profile from behind and to the side, her heartbeat involuntarily speeding up. She couldn’t resist this kind of older man with 007 qualities holding a gun.

For a moment, Wu Mangmang really wanted to invite Lu Sui to wander the galaxy as a pair of bandits, living happily ever after with him robbing banks and her keeping watch.

If not that, joining the National Security Bureau as a married couple of spies would be nice too – living a brilliant, colorful life serving country and people.

But the sound of gunfire mercilessly interrupted Wu Mangmang’s beautiful fantasy.

9.8 rings.

Wu Mangmang sighed inwardly. It was really a waste that Lu Sui wasn’t a sniper.

Already 0.6 rings behind on the first shot, Wu Mangmang’s psychological pressure was considerable.

However, being a snake spirit had its advantages.

When Wu Mangmang stood in front of the target with her gun, a cold killer automatically possessed her. Neither rejoicing in things nor grieving for herself, she was an elusive, coldly elegant, noble female assassin.

10 rings.

Three shots in a row, all 10 rings.

However, given Lu Sui’s extremely stable performance, averaging above 9.2 rings and hitting 10 rings twice, Wu Mangmang only caught up to tie the score on the second-to-last ring.

The last ring was crucial, and Wu Mangmang had to shoot first. If she made a mistake, Lu Sui would really luck out, at least psychologically he’d be much calmer.

Wu Mangmang was a bit nervous. She didn’t want to become a birthday cake to be licked, but she desperately hoped to put Lu Sui’s abs online.

She didn’t even know what her own mindset was.

Probably because Lu Sui was too low-key, and the Lu family controlled the media industry that was the people’s voice, so far no information about him personally had appeared in the media.

Of course, Weibo didn’t count.

This kind of self-media was convenient, flexible, and fast, and deleting posts was also convenient. Even Kim Jong-un couldn’t stop the power of the people (someday he wouldn’t be able to stop it).

The accomplished should benefit all under heaven.

Wu Mangmang felt she shouldered the important mission of letting all the sisters feast their eyes on handsome guy abs, getting everyone to join the weight loss and fitness movement.

Anyway, it would definitely be very fulfilling.

Having desires and demands, Wu Mangmang raised her gun then put it down, put it down then raised it again, not daring to take the final shot.

Actually, gun competitions were fundamentally about psychological quality, about confidence – confidence that the point you see is the point you want.

Eyesight and physical strength were secondary.

Wang Yifu, called the Gun King, wore glasses, and when he won his last championship he was quite old and not in great physical shape.

Wu Mangmang took several deep breaths. She didn’t want to be slapped in the face. She silently chanted in her heart: killer possession, killer possession.

10 rings!

Wu Mangmang cheered and shouted internally.

She felt she could practically be called China’s number one female shooter.

This psychological quality was good enough to walk a tightrope at 100 meters high.

Wu Mangmang calmly put away her gun on the surface while internally weeping with excitement, walking behind Lu Sui with an extremely peaceful smile: “I’m done, your turn.”

She absolutely wouldn’t reveal a smug smile.

Because only petty people get arrogant when they succeed.

A female gun goddess standing invincible wouldn’t be so frivolous.

“Your tail is already wagging,” Lu Sui glanced at Wu Mangmang and said.

Wu Mangmang sighed. Apparently she hadn’t cultivated enough.

The outcome was no longer in suspense – at most it would be a tie. Lu Sui raised his gun quite relaxedly, and the result came out quickly.

9.9 rings.

Wu Mangmang smoothed her hair back behind her ear, a classic green tea gesture.

“9.9 rings, that’s pretty good too,” Wu Mangmang encouraged Lu Sui in Sister Zhiling’s voice.

“You haven’t played for a long time, right? I used to really like this and practiced almost every week. (So it’s not that you’re less skilled, but that I’m too diligent.) But for you to achieve this level, you should be considered quite talented (my talent is naturally higher than yours).” Wu Mangmang decisively couldn’t help but gloat.

“Inferior in skill, I bow to your superiority,” Lu Sui lost gracefully.

“No, no, if you practice more, we can compete again next time,” Wu Mangmang said modestly. “Your performance was very stable, which is quite rare. Not like me, sometimes high, sometimes low.”

“With your level, you’d qualify for the Olympics,” Wu Mangmang spared no effort to salvage Lu Sui’s male dignity.

“The pressure in that kind of setting is different.” Carrying the nation’s honor and disgrace on your shoulders, with hundreds of millions of viewers watching – how could it be as relaxed as today?

“That’s true,” Wu Mangmang agreed.

However, when they walked outside, Wu Mangmang hadn’t finished gloating, and Lu Sui was too calm in his loss, so Wu Mangmang decided to continue courting death. She hugged Lu Sui’s waist from behind, stood on her tiptoes and breathed in his ear: “Be good, wash up and wait for me.”

“A bet is a bet, I won’t go back on my word,” Lu Sui turned around and casually encircled Wu Mangmang in his arms.

“So affectionate?” Lu Lin’s voice rang out not far away.

When turning around, Wu Mangmang smoothly snuggled intimately sideways into Lu Sui’s embrace. She was a bad person.

She really wanted to watch the drama of siblings tearing each other apart.

She was a snake spirit after all.

Actually, what beauty hasn’t fantasized about the scenario of two brothers turning against each other for her? The most explosive father-son rivalry over a woman was also dared to be imagined. Today it was siblings instead – though the explosive scene was somewhat reduced, it was novel.

After being officially licensed to act crazy, Wu Mangmang no longer had to hide the enormous malice in her heart. She didn’t have to pretend to be a white lotus and could peacefully be green tea.

Lu Sui didn’t push Wu Mangmang away, but having such a long ornament hanging on his waist really wasn’t conducive to walking, so he instead took Wu Mangmang’s small hand and they walked toward Lu Lin together.