Dressed as a clingy gangster

Chapter 117

"There are four more."

Guan Lao's face was slightly blue, he looked at the remaining four darts in the tray, and put away his attitude of underestimating the enemy.

He sighed, "This dart and precision are a rising star."

An Chumian's eyes were cold, her porcelain white face was tense.

Guan Lao saw the coldness shown by An Chumian, picked up the dart again, stared at the target and threw it.

Ten rings!

The praises came one after another, and the men and women in the clubhouse were full of compliments.

"This time the dart did not release water, which opened our eyes. As soon as you made a move, we knew it was still Guan Lao."

There were countless hypocritical praises, Guan Lao's expression gradually regained his peace, and he looked at An Chumian with a smile in his cloudy old eyes.

He didn't believe that An Chumian could still hit the tenth ring.

It must have been luck just now.

The companions are all tied together, as long as there is a little fear in the heart, it is impossible to hit the red heart.

An Chumian didn't say a word, she looked at the four darts quietly, and suddenly took them all in her hands.

What I want to do is self-evident.

"Dad, Dad, keep darts under my command!!!"

Feiyu's eyes widened in fear, and he cried out in despair.

Damn it, An Chumian is crazy.

A dart hit by luck.

She really thought she was the king of darts?

Four fly together.

Feiyu could even imagine the tragic death.

"Dad, Dad, the car god, don't mess around..."

The tattooed men with crying voices called An Chumian in a humble way, and they wanted to survive.

However, what they said was of no use.

An Chumian's porcelain white face is so cute, but the darts she throws are like devils.

She threw them one by one.

His hands didn't shake, and his eyes didn't blink.

"Shhhhhh."

The hearts of Feiyu and the others were going to jump into their throats. The suffocation and despair made them unable to even call out their father.

Four! !
Four in a row! !
They all roared and hit the red heart.

Their hair fell to their faces, showing infinite coldness and horror.

The target is cracked!
It was actually broken by four darts.

What kind of strength is this?
Dead!

There was dead silence all around.

Feiyu couldn't hear any sound, but he could feel the coolness on the dart.

The four darts were all close to his skin, and it was cold to the bottom of his heart! !
"I doubt my eyes, how did this dart hit!?"

"It's definitely not something that ordinary people can do. Is this girl a dart who was born in the womb?"

"I swear that Emperor Cotton, the king of darts, can't even get this hand!"

"Don't insult the Emperor Cotton, he is my idol, how can he be compared to a girl movie?"

Countless people were excited and horrified. Seeing Guan Lao's old face turned blue, they couldn't stop expressing their feelings.

Feiyu's group were ecstatic, "Fuck, Dad, we're alive!!"

They just knew Papa Sleeping was the best, hehe.

Guan Lao's face was extremely ugly, he squeezed the hand holding the dart tightly, and his eyes met An Chumian's.

"What do you have to do with Emperor Cotton!?"

An Chumian's darts are superb, surpassing Guan Lao's known level.

However, he had gone to a dart competition before, and Emperor Mian's darts were surprisingly similar to An Chumian's.

The three darts of the rotating target hit the ten rings at the same time.

No false example.

Bullseye shattered.

Cotton Emperor.

A woman in the darts world who competes only for money.

Not a single defeat.

As long as she is willing to give money, her figure will appear.

Her true face has never appeared in the eyes of the public.

Competitors also wear a signature bunny mask.

Some people speculated that Emperor Cotton was a wanted criminal, so he needed money to escape, but he could not show his face.

An Chumian's tone was inexplicable, "Who is the Cotton Emperor?"

Guan Lao stared at her, seeing that An Chumian really didn't know Emperor Cotton, "Where did you learn darts?"

"Looking at how well you fly, I learned a little bit now."

An Chumian had a particularly innocent expression.

Guan Lao almost vomited blood from anger.

She just didn't answer well, she was cunning as hell.

Darts are one of her life-saving means.

The reason why I went to learn darts is because of this kind of hidden weapon, which can catch people by surprise.

"There are four darts left, so hurry up and throw them."

An Chumian has a hint of urging.

What did he vote for?
Guan Lao was not confident that the remaining four balls could all cast ten rings.

An Chumian's performance just now was enough to shock the attention of everyone in the venue.

"No comparison..."

(End of this chapter)