Would he let her be with Feng Yiran?
Of course not!
Li Beinian could only psych herself up and prepare herself mentally.
Feng Yiran had learned shooting before. From a young age, his shooting results were exceptional.
Although he knew that Li Beinian was outstanding, he did not feel too nervous.
Alas, someone was standing behind him.
It was a man.
As this thought popped up in his mind, Feng Yiran inexplicably felt a little stiff.
He picked up his gun and aimed at the target at the far end.
There was a silence behind him, however, the presence was overly strong. Feng Yiran felt as if his entire body was being suppressed. A strange tension overwhelmed him.
He had never felt this way before.
Feng Yiran raised his gun, squeezed one eye shut and aimed.
"Ready!"
Yang Dawu's voice sounded, and Feng Yiran felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
His heartbeat quickened.
