Zhou Quan instinctively raised his hand and pressed it against the Quick-Draw Holster at his waist.
Without looking, he knew that the person watching him from behind was an exceptionally skilled shooter.
With Sergeant Zhou's terrifying combat prowess, ordinary people could not make him feel any pressure.
Slowly turning around, Zhou Quan met a young man's piercing gaze.
The young man had a face as flawless as jade, sharp brows, and bright eyes. Coupled with his air of melancholy, he was truly a rare beauty.
Even Sergeant Zhou had to admit defeat when it came to looks.
Their eyes remained locked until the young man adjusted his equipment and stepped toward the competition area.
Judging by his outfit, he was clearly another IPSC competitor.
Au Wing-yan walked over to Zhou Quan's right and stood beside him, looking at the young man's retreating figure.
"What is it, Quan?"
Zhou Quan's instinctive move to reach for his gun had made Au Wing-yan curious as well.
"Nothing. I just spotted a good shooter!"
Moving his right hand away from the Quick-Draw Holster, Zhou Quan gave a relaxed smile.
Being called a good shooter by Sergeant Zhou was already very high praise.
"His name is Pang Yik-hang, the previous Gun King. He set the record you just broke."
At some point, Little Guan Zu had also come over to Zhou Quan's left.
He had also just spoken the longest sentence he had said since meeting Zhou Quan.
Before coming at Zhou Quan's invitation, Guan Zu had looked into the IPSC competition, so he naturally knew who the previous champion was.
At that moment, Guan Zu's voice was still somewhat cold.
But his attitude toward Zhou Quan had undoubtedly changed a great deal.
Zhou Quan's maneuvering had been a contributing factor, but his astonishing marksmanship