Chapter 58: There is a man whose marksmanship is divine!

Sunday.

Falcon Shooting Club!

Wang Teng pulled his supercar up to the main entrance, tossed the keys to the doorman to have the car parked, and walked into the club's lobby.

The Falcon Shooting Club was a high-end shooting club!

It was highly renowned in East Sea, making it the top choice for many wealthy socialites and enthusiasts who enjoyed firearms.

With so many people playing, attribute drops were bound to be frequent.

Although many were just hobbyists looking for entertainment, there were certainly some among them who possessed genuine skill.

Wang Teng went to the front desk to complete the formalities, paid the fee, and directly became a club member.

The staff immediately treated him with utmost respect—

That is the power of being a member!

Led by a beautiful woman in a black bodycon skirt, Wang Teng arrived at the shooting range. As his gaze swept inside, the corners of his mouth curled upward.

Numerous attribute bubbles were floating on the ground!

One, two, three...

Wang Teng knew his trip wasn't in vain, and his membership fee was well spent.

After the beautiful woman in the bodycon skirt gave him a brief explanation, Wang Teng dismissed her and began wandering around.

[Gunmanship *2]

[Gunmanship *1]

[Gunmanship *1]

...

Seeing the Gunmanship attribute continuously increasing, Wang Teng almost laughed out loud with joy.

Various shooting techniques kept popping into his mind, and simultaneously, his familiarity with firearms grew stronger. His eyes became sharper, and his accuracy improved.

He felt that as long as he held a gun, he could easily execute high-difficulty techniques and hit targets over a hundred meters away with ease.

The feeling was simply incredible!

As his Gunmanship attribute continued to rise, watching others playing so enthusiastically made Wang Teng feel an itch in his hands.

So, he ran over to the staff to pick up a gun and found an empty station to satisfy his urge.

Wang Teng familiarized himself with the weapon in his hands.

This was a [Falcon Series] rune gun. Its design was rugged and handsome, possessing a wild aesthetic that only true gun lovers could appreciate.

He raised the gun and aimed.

His movements were seamless and incredibly practiced, like a veteran who had been handling guns for years.

Bang!

He pulled the trigger.

The gun recoiled. An ordinary person might have struggled to control such recoil, but Wang Teng's hands were incredibly steady, without a hint of tremor.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He didn't stop, following up with several rapid shots, his movements seemingly unchanged throughout.

However, a keen observer might have noticed that with every shot, his arms and wrists underwent slight, subtle adjustments; it wasn't a static motion.

Ten ring!

Wang Teng lowered the gun, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

The difficulty was too low; he hadn't played to his heart's content.

He continued to collect attributes, occasionally firing a few shots to act as a cover so as not to appear too eccentric and draw unwanted attention.

...

"Good! Excellent marksmanship!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from ahead.

Wang Teng walked over and found a group of people gathered around, watching a middle-aged man shoot.

The man had a buzz cut and a resolute expression, exuding a faint aura of a soldier.

At that moment, he was shooting moving targets. He fired from time to time, and every single shot hit the ten-ring mark.

The amateur onlookers couldn't help but cheer.

"Finally, someone with real talent!" Wang Teng's eyes lit up. He squeezed through the crowd to get closer, picking up several bubbles on the ground.

[Gunmanship *10]

[Gunmanship *7]

[Gunmanship *13]

...

Incredible!

The attributes dropped by this man were equivalent to what Wang Teng would have to collect from at least a dozen amateurs to match.

An expert!

He was definitely an expert!

This was the difference between an expert and an amateur.

Wang Teng checked his attribute panel; his Gunmanship had finally jumped from "Small Success" to "Great Success," greatly increasing its power!

"Brother, your shooting is divine!"

As soon as the buzz-cut man finished shooting, someone immediately approached him to chat.

"You flatter me. My shooting is at most just a bit accurate; it doesn't deserve the word 'divine'!" the man said modestly.

"If that's not divine, then what counts as divine?" the people nearby asked, skeptical.

"Don't disbelieve me. I once saw someone whose marksmanship was truly transcendent. That is what you call divine!" The man spoke with deep emotion, as if recalling something.

"Just how divine was it?" someone asked curiously.

"Have you ever seen shooting that can curve?" the man said mysteriously.

Wang Teng, drawn by their conversation, had intended to keep collecting attributes but stopped in his tracks.

Curving shots?!

Is it that mystical?

Are you filming a fantasy movie?

Wait, even if it's not a fantasy movie, this is a martial arts drama!

In the era of Martial Arts, anything is possible!

The man's rhetorical question left the crowd looking at each other in confusion. Among these amateurs, they had hardly seen anyone with decent skills, let alone someone transcendent.

The man fell into his memories, then sighed and said, "I saw it. That person was a true God of Guns. His marksmanship was divine. Unfortunately, he was too arrogant and fell into someone's trap, using his most prized technique to kill the woman he loved most!!"

His words left everyone profoundly shocked. Looking at the pity on the man's face, even though they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they felt that the person must have been truly tragic.

"Tsk!" Wang Teng smacked his lips, unsure of what expression to make.

"What happened then?" someone couldn't help but ask.

The others also stared expectantly at the man, their curiosity exploding, wanting to know the rest of the story.

"Later, he couldn't handle the blow and suffered a mental breakdown. He's currently in the West Suburb Psychiatric Hospital," the man said regretfully.

"Ah!!"

No one expected such an outcome, and a wave of sighs followed.

"West Suburb Psychiatric Hospital!"

Wang Teng muttered the name, a glint appearing in his eyes, though it was unclear what scheme he was concocting.

...

After finishing lunch, Wang Teng headed straight for the West Suburb Psychiatric Hospital.

The place wasn't hard to find; following the navigation to the western suburbs, he easily reached his destination.

Wang Teng parked the car and stepped out.

Before him stood an old building with a grayish-white color scheme. The walls were mottled, surrounded by iron fences with peeling paint that revealed rust underneath. Weeds grew thick in the corners, looking as if it hadn't been maintained for a long time.

Wang Teng was somewhat surprised by the dilapidated state of the hospital and the desolation of the surrounding area.

Logically speaking, in modern society, shouldn't psychiatric hospitals place more emphasis on the environment?

Why does this place look like a haunted house from a movie!

Living in a place like this for a long time, you'd go crazy even if you weren't sick!

With lingering confusion, Wang Teng walked into the hospital. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he felt a sudden chill inside.

As a martial artist, his hearing was much sharper than an ordinary person's.

Standing at the entrance of the psychiatric hospital, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of someone running in slippers through an empty corridor.

Tap, tap, tap...

Hiss!

Wang Teng couldn't help but shiver. Damn, was coming to this psychiatric hospital a mistake?