As Zhao Jun was speaking with Yang Yufeng, Zhang Yuanmin ran out from the courtyard, holding a 16-gauge shotgun in both hands.
When he reached Zhao Jun, Zhang Yuanmin shoved the shotgun toward him. "Here, brother."
At this moment, Zhao Jun couldn't be bothered with Black Tiger anymore. He let it go, and once Black Tiger's front legs hit the ground, Zhao Jun gave its rump a light kick. "Go on, get back home!"
With its tail between its legs, Black Tiger trotted toward home, but after only two or three meters, it stopped and looked back at Zhao Jun.
Zhao Jun wasn't paying attention to it. He just raised the gun and aimed into the distance.
There are two types of 16-gauge shotguns: long-barreled and short-barreled.
Zhang Yuanmin's was a long-barreled model. It had some issues before, but after Zhao Jun recalibrated it for him, he also replaced the firing pin and spring. Now, aside from being old, there was nothing wrong with the gun.
