Liu Zhizhong was in the lounge; there weren't many people—two were resting after shooting, exchanging experiences, while another was drinking coffee, watching the real-time images on the surveillance screen, looking very focused.

Thus, the lounge was relatively quiet. Of course, this shooting range on the island didn't have many patrons to begin with, so the emptiness was quite normal.

Even though there weren't many people, there was a variety of races present. There are still many men and women worldwide who enjoy playing with guns. In Singapore, a highly developed capitalist country and one of the world's financial centers, many people come here for work or business opportunities.

With more people, there are more high-end individuals, and thus, more people enjoy playing with guns.

Liu Zhizhong ordered a glass of plain water, drinking it while watching the real-time images on the surveillance screen, which was quite normal actually.

The soundproofing here was excellent; you couldn't hear the sounds from the adjacent indoor shooting range or the outdoor training area outside.

Of course, this also had a lot to do with the bullet supply provided by the guns here, which minimized the noise.

Besides, everyone here who played with guns preferred using guns with silencers, be it pistols, rifles, or submachine guns.

With the materials and technology for making suppressors perfected to the utmost, the sound indeed becomes very minimal.

On the surveillance screen, Liu Zhizhong could see that the outdoor shooting range was divided into six zones, all of which required reservations.

These six zones included grassland assaults, island jungle assaults, quarry settings, or alleyway battles, offering a wide range of choices for people to select from.

In each zone, there would be simulated robotic obstacles. They appeared at timed intervals along your assault route to shoot at you. Rest assured, the gunpowder in these robots' bullet magazines was minimal, and the specially made rubber bullets they fired at you would explode with red paint, causing negligible harm to your body.

This kind of setup doesn't detract from the excitement of outdoor gun battle games.

Gun enthusiasts advance and shoot simulated robots or targets in all sorts of zones—it's quite entertaining.

Every zone has different assault routes, and as long as you utilize your tactics well, you can make it to the end alive.

Liu Zhizhong was there, focusing his attention on Wen Bao. This character was intriguing.

Short in stature, with a very composed aura, and extremely alert.

Just now, Liu Zhizhong didn't even know how Wen Bao discovered someone was tracking him, and with a gun no less.

Liu Zhizhong also made a guess, broadly speculating. This guy left the country at a young age to make a living abroad; perhaps he's experienced quite a lot?

Now, Liu Zhizhong was particularly attentive to Wen Bao's entry into the training area—the street combat zone.

After Wen Bao entered, he stayed in a broken brick house behind the starting point, remaining motionless.

He was in the corner, bullet chambered, ready for action at any moment. His bullets were also training rounds, with half charge powder, as long as they didn't hit the heart or head from close range, they wouldn't be fatal.

Moreover, people entering this training zone were equipped with helmets, bulletproof vests, knee guards, and so on for protection, all to prevent accidental injury from stray bullets.

But Liu Zhizhong's heart was still tense; Wen Bao's bullet equipment and the bullet equipment of those tracking him were certainly not of the same level. How could he win like this?