CHAPTER 1562: CHAPTER 1614: THIS BET IS GETTING A BIT STEAMY

Li Yifei put down the gun, looked at Sarama with confusion, and asked, "I lost, so why are we still honoring the bet? Wasn’t it that if I lost, I’d kiss you? Now I’ve won..."

Sarama pursed her lips, a hint of cunning in her eyes, covered her mouth with a laugh, and said to Li Yifei, "Yes, if you lost, you’d kiss me. And if I lost, then I’d kiss you."

Li Yifei looked at Sarama with a strange expression, silent for a long time.

Sarama, however, was fearless, raising her chin with a thick smile in her eyes. Li Yifei held back for a long while before he said, "So you were just waiting for me!"

Sarama nodded proudly, saying, "Of course, this is fair and reasonable, and you agreed to it, so now it’s time to honor the bet!" As she spoke, Sarama took off her mask and headset, walking towards Li Yifei, swaying her waist deliberately with cheer.

Li Yifei clicked his tongue but didn’t retreat, tilting his head as he watched Sarama approach him. It wasn’t until she stopped in front of him that Li Yifei said, "Little girl, if you keep this up... you won’t be able to get married in the future!"

"In the future? I’m not planning to get married. Why should I get married? Isn’t the way I am now good enough?" Sarama said, slightly surprised.

Hm? Another non-marriage enthusiast? Li Yifei looked upwards, immediately thinking of Wu Shuwei, another older non-marriage advocate. Of course, it’s her right, and Li Yifei wouldn’t interfere, but it just felt strange.

Sarama then added, "Anyway, no rush about that for now. What I need to honor is the bet. People shouldn’t break their promises!"

"You clearly just added this condition," Li Yifei muttered, as a fragrant breeze brushed his face. Sarama had already leaned in, stood on tiptoe, and her soft, sweet lips landed on his cheek. If Li Yifei hadn’t turned his face slightly, Sarama wouldn’t have kissed his cheek.

This game was getting a bit too much. Sarama had her arm hooked around Li Yifei’s neck, her lips still on his cheek, breathing slightly with fragrance spreading, leaving a slight moistness where she breathed. Li Yifei swallowed, faced with such an active temptation from a princess, in two-thirds of a second, he decided to step back. At the same time, his hands found Sarama’s waist to put some distance between them.

Sarama wasn’t holding tight, with a bit of force from Li Yifei, her hands let go. Her little mouth still pursed, a glint of regret flashed in her eyes. She’s done her best being so forward; if it weren’t for the fact that they were alone in this underground shooting range, Sarama couldn’t have done such a thing.

Releasing a soft breath, Sarama gathered her emotions, hearing Li Yifei lightly cough, rub his nose, and look up at her to say, "Alright, this round is over. Do you want to start the next one?"

"Of course, I have great confidence in my shooting skills!"

"Then let’s go, but the stakes for this round need to change."

"Reason?"

"It’s too impure. I always feel like a creepy uncle bullying a little girl!" Li Yifei said honestly.

Sarama chuckled with her mouth covered and quickly said, "Okay, then let’s bet on something else. I think secrets would be good; whoever loses reveals a secret from their heart!"

Are we really going to play this way? Li Yifei raised an eyebrow, seeming to convey to Sarama that if she played like this, it might be hard for her to win, and wouldn’t she just end up revealing her secrets all the time?

Sarama understood what Li Yifei didn’t say, and replied, "Let’s go, we don’t know yet who will lose or win, and we can compete with other weapons, not just pistols."

"Alright, let’s start!" Li Yifei said.

Another round of bullets was fired, the target swiftly moving back. With a glance, Li Yifei could tell the approximate result: he had won again confidently, while Sarama went over each in turn, showing no discouragement. Instead, she cheerfully said to Li Yifei, "This time I hit three tens, one more than before, and you’re still the same result from before!"

"But you still lost!" Li Yifei replied.

"A loss is a loss; as long as I’m improving, I’ll always get closer to you," Sarama said with intense gaze.

Li Yifei lowered his eyelids, nodded with a smile, which was considered approval of Sarama’s words, and he said, "Honor the bet now!"

"Alright. Let me think." Sarama covered her little mouth with her hand, thinking carefully. More than ten seconds later, she looked up and said, "I’ll tell you a secret that almost no one knows."

Li Yifei nodded, saying, "Okay."

Sarama gestured to Li Yifei, seemingly indicating for him to come closer, but Li Yifei shook his head and said, "There’s no one else here to hear, go ahead and say it."

Sarama’s eyebrows twitched twice, a look of helplessness quickly turning into a relaxed expression, saying, "Alright, the secret is that I actually have someone I love, for many years now."

Li Yifei nodded noncommittally, seeing Sarama was about to continue, he waved his hand, saying, "That’s already a secret, save the rest for the next time you lose."

"No problem!" Sarama nodded, soon muttering, "Why does it seem like I’m bound to lose?"

Li Yifei laughed, shaking his head, saying, "Because you lack the resolve to win at all costs, right now you’re just set on defeat."

"No way, I don’t," Sarama shook her head, denying.

Once the clips were changed, the two began a contest in moving target shooting, which tests a shooter’s abilities even more as there’s no trial shot, making it more challenging.

Prepared and ready, Sarama shook her gun, pointing the barrel forward, saying, "There are ten moving objects in total, all free-flying with no pattern. Of course, I’m taking some advantage because I’ve played here many times, know what to do, so I can let you have two."

It’s similar to skeet shooting, just with a much higher difficulty, Li Yifei shook his head after hearing her, saying, "That would be too easy for me, and unfair, so no need, just shoot directly. You first or me first?"

Sarama winked, saying, "Then I’ll go first."

On both sides, launch plates opened, ten high-speed irregular objects shot out successively, Sarama holding the gun with both hands, fingers continuously pulling the trigger, moving the muzzle swiftly, soon, ten bullets were fired.

Li Yifei watched from the side, nodding secretly. This marksmanship deserves the title of a top shooter, from posture to accuracy, all very impressive. According to the rules, each moving object can only be shot once, an extremely difficult task.

Ten objects were launched within less than ten seconds, meaning one shot per second was required, with dramatic muzzle movements needed, including horizontal swings of 180 degrees, vertical movements of at least 90 degrees. It’s a vast area.

Within a second, capturing the moving target, analyzing the trajectory, predicting the point of impact, distance, direction, even considering the inertia of gun swings, then firing an incredibly precise shot to hit the target, all within a range of twenty to fifty meters.

This kind of game is something even top sharpshooters in various units wouldn’t try lightly due to its difficulty, a slight mistake could tarnish their reputation.

Yet Sarama, a woman, actually set up such a thing in her basement, and judging by the looks, played countless times, her ten consecutive shots hitting six targets, which is already an extremely terrifying hit rate, even if she has some experience to deal with it.

Li Yifei put down the gun, applauding Sarama with both hands ten times in succession.

Putting down the gun, Sarama was slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed, this kind of extreme shooting is very consuming overall, Sarama usually doesn’t shoot like this, intervals are longer, instead of one object flying out a second, it’s too tiring, even her forehead was covered in many fine sweat beads.

With a touch of pride on her face, Sarama gently wiped the sweat off her forehead, grinned at Li Yifei, saying, "How was it, not bad, right!"

Li Yifei praised, "Very impressive, truly beyond my expectations."

"Your turn now, my idol, don’t let me down," Sarama said mischievously.

Li Yifei rubbed his chin with his palm, breathed out a hot breath, moved his fingers a bit, saying, "You really make me a little nervous, though I’ve played this game before when bored in the military, even won a few bottles of white spirit. We used to throw empty bottles or caps manually, only those who hit got to drink, those who missed had to buy drinks. So, your game shouldn’t be hard!"

Sarama pouted her lips; upon hearing Li Yifei had played the game before, she knew she might lose again, but still said defiantly, "Still, you have to shoot first, come on Golden Eagle, win against me first!"

"Watch!" Li Yifei raised the gun, set his posture, aimed the muzzle dead center.

Sarama beside him pressed the button, with the countdown beginning, Li Yifei entered a state of readiness, as the first object launched, Li Yifei’s body operated like a precise machine, immediately starting to function, eyes, brain, hand, all muscles and joints collaborating perfectly, every action was extremely accurate.

Bang bang bang, the continuous sound of gunfire, Sarama watched with her mouth gradually open wide, slowly turning to shock, Li Yifei’s first five shots hit four targets, only the first shot missed, but to Sarama, it was just slightly off.

The next four shots were all hits.

Upon firing the sixth shot, a small accident occurred, possibly due to the machine, the sixth, seventh, and eighth objects launched simultaneously, and in vastly different directions, Li Yifei had just swung the gun to the sixth object, without getting a chance to shoot, as the other two sped out rapidly.