The father and son spent nearly an hour practicing with handguns. Liu Zhizhong had made exceptional progress, but his arms were sore, and he was secretly a bit surprised.
Indeed, when bullets are free, it feels great! The two of them each switched guns three times because the barrels had overheated, and accuracy was compromised.
Moreover, judging by Zheng Xitong's appearance, he wasn't very tired at all! That's what amazed Liu Zhizhong; perhaps this godfather of his often practices with handguns, right? Also, this stamina and strength suggests he's someone who exercises regularly!
Hmm, this godfather has some skills, and quite a lot of them.
Zheng Xitong wiped the fine sweat off his forehead as he said, "Let's call it a day for today. You can practice for a few more consecutive days before heading south. By that time, I'll have someone arrange a gun permit for you."
"Uh…"
Liu Zhizhong was stunned, "Mr. Zheng, a gun permit… is that really okay?"
