my pretty lady boss

Chapter 51
I heard the boss of the society say this, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, he still remembered this matter.It seems that the boss of the society hates me so deeply!
"The game always needs chips, what do you use as chips!"

Facing the challenge from the boss of the society, I have no sense of fear.

Although I haven't touched a gun for many years, the hard work I did when I practiced the gun was not in vain.

"Chips, what chips do you need?" The social boss looked at me puzzled.

I pointed to the proprietress on the sofa, "If I win, you let me take her away!"

"Heh!" The social boss couldn't help but sneered when he heard me say that.

"Gintama, who frightened many drug lords back then, is now in such a state of desperation because of a woman. It's really sad."

I didn't show too much annoyance at the cynicism of the social boss.

"If you don't agree, I won't shoot even if I die!"

I have grasped the mind of the social boss, so I deliberately blackmailed him with this.

The social boss frowned when he heard me say this.

"Okay, I promise you!"

The boss of the society glanced at the proprietress on the sofa, and then agreed to my request ruthlessly.

The proprietress heard our conversation, with a worried look on her face, she kept shaking her head.

I looked at her expression and gave her a distressed wink.

My eyes are trying to tell her that I will be fine.

The proprietress seemed to understand what I meant. Although she didn't whimper again, there was still a trace of worry on her face.

The next moment, the social boss took me upstairs.

The layout upstairs and the downstairs are simply two different scenes.

The upstairs is incredibly spacious, with a huge lounge in the center.

I saw a target hanging on a wall not far from the lounge.

The social boss took me to the target.

"Let's shoot 10 rounds each, and see who has the most rings."

The social boss said and threw me a gun.

"This gun is silenced, so there won't be any noise." The boss of the society said to me because he was afraid that I would have concerns.

Hearing what he said, I weighed the gun in my hand.

I haven't held a gun for two years, and now I feel the solid texture of the gun casing again, and my heart can't help but feel a burst of enthusiasm.

The boss of the society has already made preparations and stood in front of the target.

He raised his right hand and stared closely at the red heart in the center of the target. Those sharp eyes were like the eyes of an eagle.

Looking at his focused expression, I was a little curious. After two years, is his accuracy still the same as before?

Suddenly there was only a small gunshot, and a bullet shot out of the chamber, shooting towards the center of a target in front of the boss.

To my surprise, his shot hit the heart!
I didn't expect his accuracy to be so high after two years.

Seeing his appearance, I began to secretly have a sense of crisis in my heart.

It seems that the strength of the social boss should not be underestimated, I still have to be careful.You can't lose this competition just because of a momentary negligence!
After the first round, the social boss turned around and looked at me with a smug look on his face.

"Gintama, how's it going, have my ideas regressed from before?" the social boss asked with a smile.

Looking at the joy in his eyes, it was like a child asking an adult for candy.

Who would have thought that a social boss would have such a childish side?

I didn't pay attention to the smugness of the social boss.

"It's your turn!" The social boss looked at me provocatively and said.

Hearing what he said, I immediately raised the pistol, just glanced at it casually, and pulled the trigger on the target in front of me.

With a gunshot, the bullet was fired from the barrel, and shot straight towards the red heart of the target in front of it.

There was a "pop", and a pit appeared on the red heart.

The boss of the society watched me and hit the center of the target without any effort.His face turned red and then white.

But I still behaved calmly.

"It's your turn." I raised my chin and winked at the social elder.

He looked at me with a calm demeanor, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes.

The social boss who was still smiling at first immediately tensed up. He raised his gun again, still aiming cautiously.

As the bullet rushed out of the barrel, it cut through the airflow and rushed straight towards the target.

"Yeah! Hit again!"

Seeing another pit appear in the middle of the bull's-eye, the leader of the society jumped up excitedly.

He smiled and looked back at me.

"How about it! My marksmanship is not bad!"

For the narcissistic appearance of the social boss, I directly choose to ignore it.

I picked up the gun, just took aim at random, and pulled the trigger again.

The difference with the social boss is that he always has to carefully align and launch after confirming that it is correct.

It's like I'm playing house, so casual.

The boss of the society looked at me, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead unknowingly.

With a "snap", there was another pit in the bull's-eye opposite me.

After the two rounds, we have already tied, but the boss of the society is obviously dissatisfied with this result.

"Han Ming, don't be crazy. There are still eight moves left, and I will definitely surpass you!"

I didn't show the slightest concern about the provocative words of the social boss.

He looked at me as if I had nothing to do with him, and he couldn't help itching his teeth with hatred.

"What? Don't talk, are you afraid!" The social boss said while playing with the gun in his hand.

"I don't like to talk, I just like to do." Facing the boss of the society, I still have a proud demeanor.

No matter how the identities of the two of us change, he was and will always be my defeat!
The boss of the society snorted coldly at me, then he raised the gun in his hand again and aimed at the bullseye directly in front of him.

The two competed in this way for dozens of rounds, and every time they hit the bullseye.

For social bosses, this is a very challenging thing.

After he finished eight rounds, his clothes were already soaked in sweat.

On the other hand, I still look calm and relaxed.

"Are you OK?"

I looked at the tired face of the social boss, and asked with some concern.

If something really happens to the boss of the society, then I won't be able to save the lady boss.

The social boss just waved his hand at me, "Stop talking nonsense, there is only one shot left, and I will definitely forgive you!"

(End of this chapter)