The Inspection Department crowd's view of Zhang Fan had completely changed.
Shit, he fractured Hua Ling who was from the special police?
Fuck, this isn't some street thug.
"Cut the crap, hey you, bring over the target so these folks can have a good look," Zhang Fan didn't bother with them, he wanted them to be utterly convinced.
By the way, he had to take care of the bet with that tigress Ye Yanran, or else neither side would acknowledge it and he'd end up losing his wife and his troops.
A kiss for three minutes, and a day as a girlfriend, heh heh, time to nail that deal down first.
At a distance, Tang Bing ran over carrying the second target.
At that moment, he was still in a dream.
Damn, when had Teacher Zhang ever touched a gun? Glancing at the target he was holding, he shook his head vigorously.
"I don't believe this trash can score sixty," the special police team was also furious.
"Got the target?" a man from the Inspection Department asked.