The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

Xia Meng could feel that Guo Yang was deliberately trying to anger Fan Shaodong.

Just why?

Two people...did they have any conflicts before?

Or is there some other reason?

Xia Meng intuitively felt that the reason why Guo Yang angered Fan Shaodong was that it was not as simple as being afraid of death, and it was not simply seeking death!

Xia Meng narrowed her eyes and observed calmly.

Although Guo Yang said this, he was not referring to Fan Shaodong.

But at least everyone with a decent brain knows that Guo Yang is talking about Fan Shaodong.

Since people have been blaming him so much, if Fan Shaodong doesn't do something, where will his reputation as Master Fan be?

If you go out and mess around in the future, won’t you be laughed at by others?

This is undoubtedly unacceptable for them who attach great importance to face.

"Guo Yang," Fan Shaodong stared at Guo Yang with a gloomy expression.

"I think you are looking for a fight today, right?"

"Oh," Guo Yang still looked innocent, but his tone was so irritating.

"I told you that you misunderstood, Mr. Fan. I have already explained it to you. If you insist on thinking this way, there is nothing I can do!"

Guo Yang's tone was smiling, and there was a bright smile on his face, but this slightly smug and slightly deliberate smile seemed so asking for a beating in Fan Shaodong's eyes.

Seeing Guo Yang asking for a beating, Fan Shaodong finally couldn't help himself.

"Guo Yang, don't you want to compete with me in shooting? Fine! I'll compete with you!"

"Huh?" Guo Yang's face immediately showed a surprised expression, "Really? Hahaha..., Mr. Fan is generous! Mr. Fan is generous!" Guo Yang smiled and gave Fan Shaodong a thumbs up.

"I knew you were not a coward, Master Fan!"

Fan Shaodong had a gloomy face, "Stop talking nonsense!"

Wei Teng was a little worried when he saw Fan Shaodong agreed to Guo Yang's challenge.

"Mr. Fan, why did you agree to him?"

Fan Shaodong gritted his teeth and said, "You've seen how proud he is. Could it be that I, Fan Shaodong, am afraid of him?"

"But..." Wei Teng was a little worried, but he didn't say the following words.

Wei Teng had heard about Guo Yang's shooting skills, and he was afraid that Fan Shaodong would lose!

Wouldn't it be more embarrassing if Fan Shaodong lost?

But Wei Teng looked at Fan Shaodong who was angry, and knew that even if he said it, Fan Shaodong would not listen. In this case...

Wei Teng sighed, but in the end said nothing.

but...

Wei Teng suddenly glared at Xia Meng with murderous intent.

Summer dream? ? ?

Why are you staring at me?

It wasn’t me who asked Fan Shaodong to agree.

Wei Teng didn't dare to blame Fan Shaodong, so he could only vent all his anger on Xia Meng.

Xia Meng lowered her eyes and pretended not to see it. Now was not the time to turn hostile.

"go!"

Guo Yang tightened his grip around Xia Meng's shoulders and said, "Let's go in and show you what I, Young Master Guo, am capable of!"

Xia Meng followed Guo Yang into the shooting range.

The space inside is very large, with a total of three floors. Many people were playing on the first floor, but Fan Shaodong and his friends didn't even look at the first floor and went straight to the second floor.

The second floor is obviously better in terms of decoration and conditions.

The walls were covered with bullets of various styles and calibers, and on the table below were bullets with a metallic luster.

Unlike shooting ranges outside, there is no limit on the bullets here, so these people can play however they want.

There is even a special area in this villa with dense trees where a group of people can play real-life gun battles.

As for whether the bullet was real, Xia Meng had never seen it, so it was hard to speculate.

But if it's played between friends, it probably isn't true.

But if rich people want to play real-life games, then...it's hard to say.

The two men went to the wall, picked out the guns they liked, and began loading bullets into the guns.

The two chose a handgun, the Desert Eagle, which holds nine rounds and has a caliber of .9.

For safety reasons, there are coaches on the second floor and also on the first floor, but the two are regulars here and are used to playing here, so they did not call for a coach and instead stood in front of the shooting target by themselves.

Guo Yang played with the gun in his hand and looked at Fan Shaodong with a smile.

"Master Fan, please go first!"

Fan Shaodong snorted, "I'll go first, then I'll go first! How can I be afraid of you?"

Guo Yang said with a smile, "Of course Master Fan is not afraid of me. It's me who is afraid of Master Fan, okay?"

Guo Yang's sarcasm made Fan Shaodong very uncomfortable.

If Guo Yang's family background was a little worse, Fan Shaodong would have been able to pin Guo Yang to the ground and beat him.

But the family backgrounds of the two families are similar. If Fan Shaodong takes action, he feels that the follow-up will be very troublesome.

And...Fan Shaodong glanced at Xia Meng and thought to himself,

It seems not worth beating Guo Yang for a woman.

If my parents knew, they would nag him again.

Fan Shaodong clenched the gun in his hand, then stood up straight, staring at the target in front of him with sharp eyes.

Wei Teng stood beside Fan Shaodong, glancing at Xia Meng from time to time with murderous intent in his eyes.

Xia Meng always avoided eye contact with Wei Teng because she was afraid that she couldn't help herself.

After Fan Shaodong was ready, 'bang, bang, bang...'

After nine consecutive gunshots, Fan Shaodong retracted his hand and looked at Guo Yang triumphantly.

The recoil of this gun is quite strong. To be able to fire so many shots in a row, it seems that Fan Shaodong has really practiced.

Fan Shaodong is very confident about his achievements.

Facing Fan Shaodong's provocation, Guo Yang smiled and didn't care. Instead, he praised him.

"Master Fan's shooting skills are pretty good!"

Fan Shaodong snorted, "It's your turn!"

Guo Yang stretched out his hand, and his eyes instantly became sharp.

"Bang, bang, bang"

After nine consecutive gunshots, Guo Yang retracted his hand.

Fan Shaodong looked at the target in the distance with a frown on his face.

Results are being calculated.

After Guo Yang finished shooting, he laughed and hugged Xia Meng into his arms.

"Baby, do you think I'm a good shot?"

Facing Guo Yang's question, Xia Meng nodded gently, "Okay!"

"Oh, baby," Guo Yang stared at Xia Meng's face with an exaggerated expression.

"Why do you look unhappy?"

"Are you afraid that I will lose or win?"

Xia Meng didn't say anything.

Guo Yang didn't let her go, and chased Xia Meng and asked,

"Baby, do you want me to win or do you want Mr. Fan to win?"

When Fan Shaodong, who was standing aside, heard this, he subconsciously glanced at Xia Meng, but he seemed to be afraid of Guo Yang's ridicule, so he quickly looked away.

Xia Meng thought about it, then twitched the corner of her mouth and said in a slightly sad tone,

"Do I have a choice? I am your man now, Mr. Guo, so of course I hope you win."

"Hahahaha..." Hearing Xia Meng's words, Guo Yang seemed very happy and laughed loudly.

"Yeah, yeah," Guo Yang smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

"Baby, I am very satisfied with your answer. Remember, you belong to me, Guo Yang, so you have to think about me."

Xia Meng nodded, and noticed from the corner of her eye that Fan Shaodong's face had become even darker.

The results came out very quickly.

Guo Yang scored 6 tens, nines and eights.

Fan Shaodong only scored four ten-rings, three nine-rings, one eight-ring, one seven-ring and one six-ring.

That means Fan Shaodong lost!!!

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Guo Yang laughed happily, and even walked up to Fan Shaodong in a frivolous manner, patted Fan Shaodong's arm, and said in a tone that deserved a beating,

"Master Fan, you lost! Oh, Master Fan, you are so polite. Since I won, then...Master Fan, you see..."

Fan Shaodong stared at Guo Yang with sinister eyes.

Guo Yang still smiled brightly, and kept provoking.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that Master Fan would actually lose. If I had known this, I wouldn't have competed with you, Master Fan."

Fan Shaodong, "Why?"

Guo Yang laughed loudly and said, "Master Fan cares more about face. How embarrassed you are when I beat you!"

After saying this, he seemed to have thought of something and then said,

"I originally thought that you would win, Master Fan, but I didn't expect that you would actually lose. If I had known earlier, I should have let you win."

"No need!" Fan Shaodong gritted his teeth and said,

"You don't have to give me your car. I don't want it anymore!"

"Huh?" Guo Yang's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Mr. Fan, are you willing to part with it? That car is a limited edition. Besides, you exchanged Xue'er for that car!"

"Now, Xue'er and the car are all mine, Mr. Fan...you are at a big loss!"

Guo Yang's words were simply adding fuel to the fire.

Fan Shaodong's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Wei Teng noticed that something was wrong with Fan Shaodong, so he stepped forward, grabbed Fan Shaodong's arm, and whispered,

"Master Fan, calm down!"

"There's something wrong with this guy. He's been provoking you all day."

Fan Shaodong said nothing.

Wei Teng stepped forward, stood in front of Fan Shaodong, and looked at Guo Yang with a warning look.

"Mr. Guo, now both the person and the car are yours, there is no need to make sarcastic remarks anymore, right?"

Guo Yang stared at me with an innocent look on his face, and asked back in a very annoying way,

"What does Westbrook mean? When did I say anything sarcastic?"

"Oh, you are wronging me. How dare I say such sarcastic words about Mr. Fan? I said it from the heart."

Seeing Guo Yang being so shameless, Wei Teng was afraid that the two would fight, so he quickly said,

"Mr. Guo has both the inside and the outside world now, so it's time to stop, right?"

When Guo Yang heard this, the smile on his face disappeared, and he stared at Wei Teng with heavy eyes. Suddenly, he sneered and said sarcastically,

"Wei Teng, you are just Fan Shaodong's lackey. Is it your turn to interfere in the matter between him and me?"

Although Wei Teng has a bad temper, he knows what to say in different situations.

His family background is indeed a little worse than that of Guo Yang and Fan Shaodong.

Therefore, Wei Teng did not want to have a head-on conflict with Guo Yang, and as long as Guo Yang did not go too far, Wei Teng did not want to offend him either.

But what Wei Teng didn't expect was: Guo Yang was simply crazy!

How dare you scold him directly?

Wei Teng had to be angry this time, otherwise if the news got out, where would he, Wei Teng, put his face?

"Guo Yang, who do you call a lackey?" Wei Teng stepped forward, grabbed Guo Yang by the collar, glared at him angrily, and raised his other hand threateningly, as if Wei Teng would punch him if Guo Yang said something wrong.

Guo Yang looked at Wei Teng's angry expression, still fearless, and laughed sarcastically,

"Did I say something wrong? You follow Fan Shaodong around all day long. Are you his lackey or something?"

"Fuck!" Wei Teng angrily punched Guo Yang in the face.

Wei Teng's family background was indeed not as good as Guo Yang's, but Wei Teng couldn't stand Guo Yang's humiliation of him so bluntly.

Although it is true that Wei Teng's family background is not good, but...

He, Wei Teng, was almost humiliated in front of Guo Yang and Fan Shaodong, but in front of others, he was still Wei Shao, how could he be humiliated like this?

Seeing that Wei Teng's fist was about to hit Guo Yang's face, Guo Yang suddenly grabbed Wei Teng's fist with one hand, and then before Wei Teng could react, he suddenly knocked his head hard, giving Wei Teng a hard headbutt.

"Ow!!!"

Wei Teng screamed in pain, grimacing, it looked like he was in real pain!

Xia Meng took two steps back with great displeasure and watched the two men fighting calmly.

After Wei Teng reacted, the two of them quickly started fighting.

In fact, when men fight, they are not much better than women. They just pull each other's hair.

Do you really think that men fight like in martial arts movies, with attacks, sets of moves, and counter attacks?

Both of them are young masters from wealthy families. In addition to eating, drinking and having fun, they also pay attention to fitness, so their physical fitness is very good.

At the beginning, the two were evenly matched, but as time went on, it was obvious that Guo Yang began to gain the upper hand. He took the opportunity to trip Wei Teng with his feet, then sat on Wei Teng, slapped Wei Teng with both hands...

Seeing that Wei Teng was at a disadvantage, Fan Shaodong, who was standing beside him, became restless and immediately stepped forward.

"Wei Shao, let me help you!"

Fan Shaodong kicked Guo Yang down with one kick. As soon as Guo Yang fell, Wei Teng seized the opportunity, turned over and pressed Guo Yang down, then raised his hand and slapped Guo Yang's face several times.

Guo Yang struggled hard, and Fan Shaodong quickly helped Wei Teng hold Guo Yang down.

Guo Yang was unable to break free and was pinned down and beaten by Fan Shaodong and Wei Teng!

"Fuck you!" Fan Shaodong kicked Guo Yang hard.

"You think I don't dare to hit you? Wait till I kill you today!"

Wei Teng kept shouting, "Fuck!" and then attacked without mercy.

Guo Yang cried out in pain as he was beaten by the two men.

Xia Meng stood aside, with no intention of calling anyone.

But what surprised Xia Meng was that the fight between the three people was very sudden, but...

Hurried footsteps sounded from outside the door.

Soon, several waiters appeared at the door and saw three people fighting. In fact, it was Wei Teng and Fan Shaodong who were beating Guo Yang.

Several waiters tried to intervene.

However, Guo Yang was no longer humble in front of him. He was now arrogant and pointed at the waiters.

"Damn it! Whoever dares to come up here will be killed by me!"

"Fuck! Do you think you can interfere in my affairs? Get out of here if you know what's good for you!"

"Otherwise, I'll beat you guys too!"

"Mad, get out of here!"

Fan Shaodong pointed at a few waiters and said rudely,

"Get out of here, everyone. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Whether it is Wei Teng or Fan Shaodong, neither of them can afford to offend ordinary waiters.

The waiters stood anxiously by the side but did not dare to step forward.

But soon, a middle-aged man arrived in a hurry.