191: Chapter 191 Seven Captures of Meng Huo! He tricked her into keeping him as his private property for life.

With the gun in hand, the next second, Yaro's eyes became increasingly determined.

Checking the magazine, chambering a round—a series of movements that were smooth and fluid, filled with a professional aesthetic.

"The timer starts now."

After Qin Feng said this, he didn't even give her another look, turned around, and walked into the dense forest nearby, his figure quickly disappearing.

"Chef, you will definitely pay for your arrogance!" Yaro roared in her heart.

She didn't hesitate at all, immediately holding the gun, weaving through the mountain forest, constantly using the terrain to change her position.

She wasn't thinking about running away; she wanted to kill this man!

Three minutes later, Yaro found an excellent sniper spot.

It was a crevice in the rocks covered by dense bushes, with a wide field of vision.

It could overlook a large area down the mountain, was easy to defend and hard to attack, and had multiple retreat routes.

She lay down, set up the sniper rifle, and through the scope, began to calmly search for the Chef's figure.

Wind speed: three meters per second, northwesterly wind. Humidity: 75 percent.

Every suspicious point within the effective range formed a 3D model in her mind.

She was like a statue, merging with the environment, all her focus immersed in the world behind the scope.

She was waiting, waiting for the prey to appear.

However, a minute passed, two minutes passed... The mountain forest was quiet; besides the wind and bird calls, there was nothing.

That Chef seemed to have evaporated into thin air.

Yaro's heart began to sink.

Something was wrong; it was as if the Chef had disappeared entirely.

With that man's ability, it was impossible for him not to find her, unless...

A terrifying thought flashed through her mind.

Just then, a feeling of being targeted by a venomous snake came from behind without warning, making all the hair on her body stand on end instantly!

Without a second thought, she rolled sideways, tumbling away from her original spot.

"Whoosh—"

Almost at the same instant she left, a bullet, carrying a sharp whistling sound, accurately hit the spot where she had just been!

"Bang!"

The bullet hit the rock, bursting into a cloud of stone chips, and gravel splashed onto her face.

Yaro's heart almost jumped out of her throat.

She looked in terror toward the direction the bullet came from; it was a cliff about eight hundred meters to her rear.

How did he get there? When did he circle behind her?

What terrified her most was that she had been fully focused and hadn't noticed any traces!

This man's stealth and camouflage abilities had already exceeded her cognitive scope!

There was no time to think; Yaro immediately clutched her gun and fled in a sorry state toward the dense forest below.

She knew she had gone from hunter to prey.

"Whoosh—"

Another bullet grazed her scalp, slicing off a strand of her short hair.

This wasn't meant to take her life; it was a warning! It was playing with her!

"Bastard!"

Yaro was driven mad with anger. While rolling, she found a temporary cover, quickly raised her gun, and fired a shot back in the direction the bullet had come from.

She didn't even have time to aim precisely; it was a snap shot based entirely on instinct and experience.

However, the cliff was empty.

"Whoosh—"

The response was a bullet from another direction, hitting the soil beside her feet, splashing mud all over her legs.

The direction had changed again!

Yaro was completely bewildered.

He was like a ghost, flashing randomly in the mountain forest, and every shot came from an unexpected position.

He seemed to have countless eyes, taking in the entire mountain forest, and she was the moth struggling in the spiderweb.

The God of Sniping!

This term uncontrollably popped into Yaro's mind.

The Chef's sniping technique was too advanced, simply terrifying to an unimaginable degree!

Yaro's pride-and-joy sniping technique was like a child's toy gun in front of this man.

This wasn't a sniper duel; it was him teaching her how to behave.

Time passed second by second, and every second was torture for Yaro.

She could feel that invisible gaze, always locked onto her.

And every time she moved, every time she breathed, she was under the other party's control.

She tried to counterattack, tried to set traps, tried to use various tactics to deceive the other party.

But without exception, all were easily seen through, and then exchanged for a more humiliating bullet.

One bullet broke the branch she was using for support.

Another bullet directly hit her sniper rifle.

"Bang!"

Yaro's vision blurred, she only felt sparks flying, and a bloody mark appeared on her forehead.

She lost.

Lost completely, without any suspense.

Ten minutes hadn't even passed, but it no longer mattered.

She threw away the gun in her hand and slumped on the ground, her face full of despair.

Footsteps came from behind, unhurriedly.

Yaro didn't turn back; she knew who it was.

Qin Feng walked up to her, looking at her disheveled state, with no expression on his face.

"Time's up."

Yaro looked up, staring at this man with complex eyes.

There was fear, unwillingness, humiliation, and even a trace of... awe that she herself couldn't understand.

She lost, but she wouldn't admit it verbally.

"Hmph, how on earth did you do it?" She turned her head away, stubbornly saying.

"What? Want to learn?" Qin Feng chuckled, "I'll teach you."

Light appeared in Yaro's eyes, and she suddenly looked up: "Really?"

"Dream on!" Qin Feng was truly amused by her, "You are my prisoner now. Remember what you promised—to be my private property for a lifetime. Don't go back on your word."

Yaro was choked for a long time and couldn't say a word, her face flushed red, and in the end, she could only squeeze two words out from between her teeth.

"In your dreams!"

Although her mouth was stubborn, her body was very honest, and she followed behind Qin Feng.

She calculated in her heart that if she could learn from the Chef, perhaps her sniping technique would improve by leaps and bounds.

When that time came, if she could spread this technique throughout the country, then Yang Country would surely win!

Behind a tree not far away, Lanna poked her head out, watching this scene, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but lift into a triumphant smile.

This silly woman was finally obedient.

"Chef, ask you something." Yaro said somewhat awkwardly, speaking seriously for the first time.

"What?" Qin Feng was stunned and instantly became vigilant.

"What is the story of the Seven Captures of Meng Huo?"

Yaro's thirst for learning was unimaginable; she wouldn't let any opportunity to learn slip by.

She even thought the Seven Captures of Meng Huo was some high-end technique, and she was shamelessly asking to get some clues.

"Hi... I thought it was what, this!" Qin Feng was amused and started directly acting.

His right hand unceremoniously hooked onto Yaro's shoulder, looking mysterious.

"This is really amazing..."

"Take your hand off!"

"Don't want to know anymore?"

"Why are you touching my waist!"

"My hand has to have somewhere to rest."

"..."