CHAPTER 110: PROTECT HIS PRESTIGE

Hilla was pulled out by Bruce. But Bruce suddenly stopped.

Fortunately, she stopped on time, or else she would have bumped into Bruce.

"What’s wrong?"

Hilla blinked and said innocently.

Although she cared a lot about Bruce and Riya, they had already talked about it last time. She had said that she would believe him, so even if she was angry, she could not show it.

Bruce swept his gaze over her and said, "Change your clothes."

"I don’t think you need to buy things to make me happy. I still have homework..."

"I’ll be waiting for you downstairs."

Without waiting for Hilla to refuse, Bruce had already released her hand and went downstairs.

Hilla pouted and said in a low voice, "What? Are you trying to make me happy? You’re so overbearing."

Hilla changed her clothes, went downstairs, and saw that Bruce was dressed neatly.

He stood tall and straight downstairs waiting for her.

He was always clean. There wouldn’t be any creases on his suit. It seemed that this was what a successful man should have in his bone.

"Where are we going?"

"The shopping mall!"

As expected, he wanted to go shopping. Hilla sighed silently in her heart and thought, "I’m afraid that he won’t get over it unless I spend some money for him."

Hilla’s life was not luxurious, but she was not frugal with her many years of a superior life.

As the daughter of a rich family who had been pampered for twenty years, what she was best at, apart from making clothes, drawing, hitting people, was spending money.

"Does it look good?" Hilla held a bracelet and compared it to her wrist. She subconsciously raised her head and asked the man beside her.

Bruce did not even think about it but just said, "It looks good!"

"How about this one?"

"Good!"

"How about this dress?"

"Good!"

"Do you think this color is better? You prefer the color of this one, or the other two?"

Hilla pouted her rosy lips and held a handful of lipsticks in her hand, her eyes flashing slightly.

Bruce couldn’t tell what the differences among those red colors were. He was so anxious that his lips were pursed into a line. His deep and dark eyes stared at Hilla’s lips tightly. He really couldn’t tell the differences, except the truth that he wanted to kiss her. He wondered why women would make so many choices among red colors which looked exactly the same.

"They all look good. Buy them all!"

Hilla smiled with satisfaction. She turned around and pointed at all the things she had taken a fancy to. Then, she said to the nervous salesman, "Wrap these up for me!"

"Please wait for a moment!"

The salesman smiled brightly. It was not easy to get a rich customer so he wished that she could buy lots of lipsticks.

"She is my wife."

Bruce added. The salesperson was stunned and immediately smiled, "Please wait for a moment. I’ll pack them up for you immediately."

Bruce nodded in satisfaction.

Coming out of the shopping mall, Bruce had already sent someone to take the things back to the Anderson’s villa, and then took Hilla to another car.

"Do we still need to go somewhere?"

She had already bought a pile of luxury goods according to his wishes and spent 500 thousand dollars. Was he still not happy?

"Yes!"

"Where are we going?"

"The shooting field!"

Hilla felt speechless.

She could no longer understand what Bruce was thinking about.

In the shooting range out of town, Hilla put on a loose beige military uniform. When she saw Bruce, who just finished changing his clothes, she was stunned.

She muttered, "He looks even better in beige military uniform."

Fortunately, her mental strength was good enough and she regained her thoughts.

Bruce straightened his back and looked at the little woman in front of him. He put

the protective hat on her head and whispered, "Stay behind me and I’ll protect you."

Hilla spent his money today, which made Bruce feel particularly good, especially when Hilla looked at him seriously while she was shopping. When he said he would buy all of them, she couldn’t help laughing.

As expected, all women liked shopping. He was more convinced that Hilla, who would be watching him shoot, would worship him more and fall in love with him completely.

"There doesn’t seem to be any danger here. I don’t think I need protection!"

The field was surrounded by a forest, and in order to achieve the effect of a real battlefield, there were not only deserted houses but also homemade traps.

Although it was not as dangerous as the primeval forest that was filled with poisonous insects, it would still cause people to be much more nervous when they first entered this place.

Bruce looked at the map, and then glanced at Hilla. Just as he was about to point at the beginner area, a slender and fair finger pointed at the final area at the very edge of the map.

"That’s it. Let’s go there."

Hilla’s eyes were full of joy and eagerness. She was not as delicate and nervous as any other ordinary girl. On the contrary, when she heard that she could fight and that she could fight freely here, she was even more excited than he was.

Bruce’s eyes darkened, and he felt a little uneasy. He felt that bringing Hilla here was not a wise move.

It was just that at this moment, he had no time to tell Hilla that he wanted to go back home.

Especially when he looked at Hilla’s little face that was shining with excitement, he nodded unconsciously and said obediently, "Alright, let’s go there."

The administrator was stunned because this was the most difficult place to fight. He looked at the couple in front of him, which was obvious that they were lovers who came to show their affection. They were so slender and tender, with a noble look on their faces. The woman’s facial features were exquisite and dazzling, and the man’s aura was oppressive.

The administrator thought, "They seem to be very rich and just came here for fun. They should challenge the main battlefield. Are they here to die for love or something?"

Hilla picked up her supplies and also picked two guns of different sizes. She put one on her waist and one in her hand.

According to the rules, they had to go to the shooting range to adjust the gun sensitivity after they chose their weapons.

Bruce soon picked his weapons and looked up to see Hilla fiddling with the gun in her hand.

The girl’s soft facial curves and white and delicate skin shone under the light.

Her cherry red lips were tightly pursed because of seriousness, making his heart palpitate.

Bruce thought for a moment, and his gaze at the cherry red lips of Hilla’s gradually became deeper and deeper, darker and darker!

He felt some tightness in his throat. Bruce let out an uncomfortable groan. His Adam’s apple moved up and down with difficulty, and he walked over uncontrollably.

"I’ve made my choice. Let’s go."

Hilla raised her head and smiled sweetly at Bruce. Bruce felt dizzy, and unknowingly, he was brought to the shooting range by Hilla.

Hearing the gunshots around him, Bruce came back to his senses. The scene of him hugging Hilla and the two of them shooting sweetly flashed through his mind.

Horton’s idea was quite reliable.

Looking at Hilla, Bruce couldn’t help but walk closer to her with excitement.

With a gunshot, Hilla’s handsome shooting posture suddenly smashed all the beautiful scenes in Bruce’s mind.

His wife was so intrepid!

...

In front of the target not far away, Bruce stood on the spot, watching Hilla shoot in quick succession with a deep gaze.

Except that she had missed the target twice at the beginning, she was getting better and better, nine, eight, five, two...

Her last shot made the bullseye.

The people around were attracted by the gunshots. Soon, they all looked over. Some people took a deep breath and watched with obvious excitement and envy.

"That girl is amazing."

"She’s beautiful!"

"She looks familiar."

"I don’t know which district she is going to. Do you want to go with her together?"

"Why don’t we go up and say hello?"

Bruce stood to the side, listening to the people’s talks about Hilla. His eyebrows gradually furrowed, and his face darkened. He quickly walked towards Hilla, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her into his arms.

"Not bad. Do it again."

The man’s deep breath hit Hilla’s ears. He blew the hair beside her ears, making her feel itchy.

Wherever his breath passed, numbness gradually spread across her.

Hilla took a deep breath, pursed her lips, and said in a low voice, "I’ve already been checked it."

"You can do better."

After Bruce finished speaking, his thumb slid across the back of Hilla’s hand, and the magazine instantly landed in his palm. The man lowered his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the bullet boxes on the table. Then he put them into the magazine one by one.

They hugged each other intimately. Hilla lowered her head and felt that Bruce’s heart was beating near her shoulder.

It made her feel a little flustered, a little nervous, and the strong masculine scent made her feel a little suffocated.

Her little face had turned red, and it was so red that it made one panic.

Maybe it was because Bruce had deliberately slowed down his speed of changing the bullets. One by one, the bullets fell into the magazine. The process was long and difficult to endure until she heard a ’click’.

Bruce grabbed her wrist and held her arm. His fingertips followed the back of her hand and grabbed her fingertips, pulling the trigger slightly.

He shot a few times.

He made the bull’s eyes again and again.

Everyone around felt nervous for them. They reloaded the gun as soon as they ran out of them, and then Bruce released her hand.

Hilla, who was at first clear-headed, had a rapid increase in adrenaline because of Bruce. When Bruce pulled away a bit from her, she finally couldn’t help but heave a heavy sigh of relief.

What was wrong with Bruce? Why didn’t he shoot but try to teach her instead in front of so many people?

However, Hilla did not feel that Bruce was teaching her, but rather flirting with her.

She then looked at the strange and complicated gazes of the people around, as well as Bruce’s straight back and the proud expression on his face.

Hilla finally realized that Bruce wasn’t helping her with the gun. He was clearly showing off their relationship!

Was there something wrong with this man? Where had the previously indifferent and calm Bruce gone?

Before Hilla could make sense of the situation, Bruce had already pulled her up to the designated passageway. They needed to reach the destination by the passageway and then get down from the sky with the rope.

For many people, this was very difficult.

Although it could be seen on TV when the Special Forces dropped down in a straight line, they were not one of those Special Forces.

As soon as the game started, they had already been told the uniqueness of this field. The time of this game was one day and one night. There were only two of them, and there were thirty enemies here. The others who entered this place would also be their enemies.

There was a special color mark on each team’s arms and back.

They were going to reach the designated location before sunset the next day and get a red flag representing victory.

As long as they reached the finish line, someone would pick them up and leave the venue.

Since no one could leave unless there were any special circumstances in the middle of the game, many people had a hard time in this venue. Therefore, those who dared to challenge were all capable.

It was only after hearing the rules that Hilla knew that, other than the fixed thirty enemies, the more people who entered this venue, the more enemies they would

have.

Although the guns were loaded with blanks, when the players got hit, red smoke would appear on their bodies. They would also be taken away quickly, which meant that they had failed.

What was more, there were obstacles that they had set up on their own. It was very challenging!

Hilla raised her eyebrows and asked the assistant who brought them here, "What about our food during the game time?"

"There are fixed supply stations there you can look for them by yourselves. However, most of them have already been taken away."

That meant that they had to snatch.

Hilla felt it impossible that even if they wanted to go to the finish line without anyone noticing because the venue was too big, and there were no signs of the finish line on the map.

In other words, not only did they not know where the end was, but they might also face the possibility of not having any food for a day and night, and hunger was enough for them to suffer.

Hearing this, Hilla couldn’t help but turn to look at Bruce behind her. She frowned and said, "Are the tickets here expensive?"

Bruce’s serious face was expressionless. It was obvious that he had entered a combat state.

However, after hearing Hilla’s words, he was stunned for a moment and said, "James ordered it!"

After saying that, Bruce felt that something was wrong. He didn’t understand why Hilla asked him this question. Just in case, to keep his image of being rich and powerful, he quickly added, "I have money!"

Hilla rolled her eyes and leaned over to Bruce’s side, saying in a low voice, "Do you have masochistic tendencies?"

"No!" His words were proper and his eyes were sharp.

Bruce replied firmly, and Hilla said angrily, "Then why would you take me to such a broken place? Not only have you spent a lot of money, but also we will have to feel the hunger and cold here. If you have money, you can just buy a house and wait for the appreciation value of the house."

The staff who sent them into the war zone next to them thought, "The tickets fares were not expensive enough to buy a house."

Bruce frowned and thought, "So Hilla likes buying houses. I understand now!" Before Bruce had a deeper understanding, they had arrived at the war zone.

The staff directly put down the rope and tied a safety rope for them.

Bruce was planning to carry Hilla down so that she could experience what it meant to be pampered and spoiled by her husband.

However, before he could open his mouth, he saw Hilla jump down in front of him and slide down on the ground with the rope that was a few feet long, landing smoothly in an instant.

As soon as Hilla landed on the ground, she made an alert posture. She quickly hid in a safe bush of grass, and then made an ’OK’ gesture to Bruce in the sky, telling him to land safely.

Bruce stood in the cable car with a dark face. The staff aside frowned when they saw his expression.

They felt disappointed when a man who was nine feet tall was not as brave as a woman.

Bruce had scolded Horton in his mind many times. He felt that this idea was unreliable. Hilla kept showing that she did not need his protection and it looked more like that he might be the one being protected.

He suddenly felt that his face and prestige were at stake!