After bidding farewell to Chi Xiao and Bao Jinghao, Xiao Feng walked toward the shooting range with a smile on his face.
Counting the one million promised by Pei Dengke, he had already earned two million in less than two days since arriving at the mountaintop.
"Indeed, making money truly brings happiness!" Xiao Feng thought to himself.
Walking back to the shooting range, he heard Hui Shiqi, Hui Shiba, and others' excited discussions from afar.
"I hit several bullseyes!"
"So thrilling, really thrilling!"
"Wasn't I especially cool when I was shooting?"
As he approached the shooting range, Du Qingyue came up to him and handed him a note: "Pei Dengke gave me this, said to pass it on to you."
Xiao Feng took it, opened it, and shook his head with a laugh: "Another one with a poor brain."
"What happened?" Du Qingyue asked curiously.
Xiao Feng handed the note over: "You'll understand after you read it."
Du Qingyue read the note and immediately understood.
