Xin had already made ample preparations, with two cars and ten people. If the situation went wrong, it would at least make the other side wary, wouldn't it? But he never expected that the two cars of people would return, only to end up in the hospital. The most severely injured had both legs broken, and the least injured had a broken arm. When Xin entered the hospital and saw the state of these people, his heart turned cold. He couldn't help but feel a bit of fear, thinking, "These people are really ruthless. They even hurt those who had nothing to do with them. It's clear they are a bunch of desperate thugs." Xin secretly felt lucky that it was daytime. It would be easier for the police to trace murders in the fishing village. If it had been at night, these few people might not have made it back.
After this ambush, Li Guohui told Hai Long that Xin wouldn't dare send anyone over for a while. Now they could focus on practicing their shooting. Hai Long agreed, thinking that after being dealt with by their group, Xin wouldn't dare send anyone over again. However, they still needed to be cautious and arranged for some people to patrol every day.
Holding two gold-plated pistols, Hai Long spent a whole month in the renovated abandoned shipyard.
They say that good soldiers are trained with bullets. In this month, Hai Long fired over a thousand rounds with the two gold-plated pistols. Although he couldn't claim to hit every shot, his shooting had reached the point where the gun moved with him, much to the admiration of everyone. Liu Yong'an and the others were still at the stage where they followed the gun. Li Guohui was frustrated, no matter how much he scolded them, they just couldn't learn. After each shooting practice, seeing Liu Yongquan scratching his head and smiling foolishly, Li Guohui couldn't help but get angry. "You've been learning for over a month. I don't expect you to hit 8 or 9 out of 10 like your boss, but at least half of your 10 shots should hit the center. Even if you can't hit the center, you should at least hit the target. How can 8 out of 10 shots miss, with only 2 hitting the edge of the target?"
Seeing once again that only 2 out of 10 shots hit the edge of the target, Li Guohui could only sit there and sigh. "The gap in intelligence really can't be made up by experience. After a month, they're still at the same level as when they first picked up a gun. I'm starting to doubt if there's something wrong with my teaching. But seeing Hai Long's shooting skills, I know these guys just aren't cut out for guns."
Seeing the gap between themselves and their boss, everyone felt a bit uncomfortable. "The boss is supposed to be stronger, right? He's stronger in physical training, so it's natural that he's stronger in shooting. There's no need to feel bad."
Everyone thought Hai Long was naturally gifted, but that was only part of it. The main reason was that Hai Long practiced for longer periods and fired more bullets. Hai Long fired over a thousand rounds with his two pistols, while Liu Yong'an and the others, with their submachine guns, hadn't even fired a thousand rounds. The main reason was that guns are heavy and have recoil. Even if the gun is well-designed, it still has recoil. At the beginning, when everyone was full of energy, they didn't notice, but after holding the gun in one position for a while, their energy ran out.
Hai Long was different. Thanks to the Dragon King's electric shock training, his body had reached a peak. Every night, Hai Long would secretly go to the Dragon King and control the electric shocks to his body. After more than two months of continuous electric shock training, with the intensity gradually increasing, Hai Long's muscle strength grew exponentially, and the mental pain also increased. But to survive and seek revenge, Hai Long endured it. Every time he thought of Guan Daqiu leading his men to steal the money his mother had earned from a hard day's work and beating him and his mother, Hai Long's heart filled with anger. If not for his self-control, he might have transformed into a beast. Fortunately, Hai Long still had his reason, or with his current strength, he might have killed Liu Yong'an and the others in the abandoned shipyard with his bare hands.
So, while Liu Yong'an and the others put down their guns to rest because they couldn't hold on, Hai Long continued to practice with his two gold-plated pistols.
During this time, Li Guohui was also constantly adjusting his state. Every day, he would caress his beloved gun, muttering to himself, which made Liu Yong'an and the others afraid to approach. If Li Guohui went crazy and shot one of them, they would be dead for sure. At the beginning of the training, Li Guohui had demonstrated his shooting skills to Liu Yong'an and the others. At a distance of 100 meters, Li Guohui could shoot a fly. One day, Liu Yong'an and the others were cheering, wanting to see how good a sniper from the battlefield was, and to vent their frustration from being trained by Li Guohui. They were going to use beer cans as targets, but coincidentally, a mosquito was buzzing around Liu Yongquan, making him chase it. The mosquito landed on a beer can.
Before that, Li Guohui had been muttering to his gun, and everyone was watching Liu Yongquan chase the mosquito. Suddenly, Li Guohui shouted, "Watch me shoot the fly on the first beer can!" From aiming to shooting, it took only 5 seconds. The sound of the gun echoed, and everyone saw the mosquito on the beer can explode, but the can itself didn't even move. Everyone's eyes widened in amazement.
From then on, Li Guohui was revered as a god in the small fishing village. No one complained about being trained by him. If they learned his shooting skills, they would be invincible.
And whenever Li Guohui was alone with his gun, muttering to himself, no one would go near him. Not even Hai Long. His shooting was too accurate. If Li Guohui went crazy and shot one of them, it would be a headshot, and there would be no time to save them.
In the evening, Liu Yong'an and the others prepared a meal and called Hai Long, who was still training, to join them. Li Guohui, smelling the food, also came over and sat opposite Hai Long. He said, "Boss, there's something that needs your attention."
Hai Long looked at Li Guohui curiously. Li Guohui continued, "So far, Xin doesn't know much about us, but we don't know much about them either. We need to accurately determine when Guan Daqiu will return. Only you and I haven't been exposed, but my legs aren't up to it. I have to trouble you to go."
Hai Long had been thinking the same thing. It was already early January, and it was said that Guan Daqiu's fleet would return around February. But they had been in the abandoned shipyard for a month and knew nothing about the outside world. They needed to gather intelligence.
Hai Long nodded and said, "I was thinking the same thing. I'll leave tonight. We'll keep in touch by phone. As soon as I gather the intelligence, I'll let you know." Everyone didn't want Hai Long to take the risk, as he was their leader, but they also knew that they weren't suitable for gathering intelligence. Seeing Hai Long's determination, they could only say, "Boss, be careful."
Hai Long smiled and said, "They don't know me, so I'm not in danger. You guys, keep up the patrols every day. Safety is the top priority. Don't take your lives lightly, okay?" Seeing everyone nod, Hai Long felt reassured.
He put his pistol in his waistband, left the car in the abandoned shipyard, and left under the cover of night. He circled around the beach to the rich area and then returned to the small fishing village. He caught the last bus at the village entrance and returned to his home near the school.
He hadn't been home for a month, and he had rarely been in touch with Hu Jing. He told her he was on a business trip with his boss and wouldn't be back for over a month. He left the house key with Hu Jing. Seeing the clean house, he knew Hu Jing had been coming back to clean it. But seeing the empty bed in the other room, he knew Hu Jing hadn't moved back in. It seemed the rumors at school were really numerous.
He changed into a clean set of clothes, put the two gold-plated pistols in his waistband, and decided to take a good shower. Although there was a place to shower in the abandoned shipyard, the hot water was scarce, and most of it was used by Liu Yong'an and the others to wash clothes. Everyone took lukewarm showers, and Hai Long was too lazy to fight with them, so he rarely showered. Seeing how dirty he was, Hai Long changed into clean clothes and headed straight for the Lishui Palace. After a comfortable hot shower, Hai Long called the little girl over again.
After a month without seeing her, the little girl was still as pure as ever. She worked hard, massaging Hai Long's body, and Hai Long felt a bit embarrassed. With his hard muscles, he guessed the little girl's fists must hurt, but he didn't feel anything. He smiled and said, "No need to massage my back. Just massage my arms."