Because everyone's injuries were on their right arms near the shoulder area, all the positions were exactly the same.
"Oh, God!"
"My God!"
Everyone was stunned, even the injured bodyguards forgot to cry out in pain.
"How did you do that?" Daives looked at Sheng Ning guardedly, his expression turning serious, lacking the earlier disdain. "Could it be that you know some kind of mysterious sorcery?"
"No." Sheng Ning shook her head, "Before I got married, I was a comrade, and good gun skills are a basic requirement."
"Impossible!"
"I'm a sharpshooter, and among our Eastern comrades, there are many sharpshooters."
"Really?" Daives was shocked and couldn't recover for a while.
Gu Yunbo couldn't help but want to laugh when he heard, but he had to hold it in, which was quite painful.
"Aunt Gu, really so amazing?" Lin En asked admiringly.
"That's right." Someone nodded earnestly, "Your Aunt Sheng Ning's gun skills can only rank in the second tier, not even considered first tier."
