At the shooting range.
Seventy clay pigeons were blasted to pieces by Liu Di in two minutes.
A sky full of dust slowly drifted down before the stunned spectators on the breeze.
The star of the event—
Yan Family's driver, Liu Di—slowly ejected the final two shells from the shotgun.
Using the barrel, now red-hot like charcoal, he lit a cigarette.
Huff.
Liu Di exhaled a cloud of smoke.
Then he said slowly, "You guys have fun. I'm going to check on those old men."
With that, Liu Di calmly walked away.
Gasp.
What the hell.
Zhou Tiancheng's sharp intake of breath trembled.
This was simply impossible!
With shooting skills like that, he could enter the Olympics and haul gold medals home by the sackful!
Yet he had come to the Yan Family to be a driver?
And he was going to become my rival?
I actually thought I could compete with him in shooting?
It was a trap!
The equestrian competition was a trap too!
Zhou Tiancheng looked at Ouyang Fengyu with deep suspicion!
Ouyang Fengyu looked as though he had swallowed a ton of bitter herbs. His expression had utterly collapsed, yet he could not voice his misery!
Who could have expected Liu Di to be skilled at everything?
Yan Kaikai and Yan Xinxin jumped and cheered. They were carefree; all they needed was one thing.
Liu Di looked incredibly cool holding a gun!
Yan Qingwen, meanwhile, sank into deep thought.
Along the way, Liu Di had repeatedly done astonishing things.
It was hard to imagine that Liu Di had such an ordinary identity.
His disciplined routine, perfect physique, exceptional cooking, horse-taming skills, and shooting skills.
None of those qualities were particularly rare.
But when they were all gathered in one person, it became something impossible to comprehend!