The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

“What does it matter to you whether our Miss can assemble it or not?” Yun Shan rolled his eyes, “Even if she can’t, these are hers, not yours. Do you live by the sea and feel the need to mind such a wide business?”

The young man was choked by the retort, and for a moment felt annoyed: “So what if she uses it? That’s a disservice to these guns.”

The new R45, only three were brought in.

He couldn’t even book one, let alone buy it.

Those who could take goods directly from the shop were all high-level figures.

“Let’s not even talk about whether it will be spoiled or not, even if it is, our young master would throw it into a ditch, and you couldn’t fish it out,” Yun Shan snorted, “Miss Ying, please wait a moment. I’ll go find the young master. You can look around, the parts will be delivered to you shortly.”

Ying Zijin nodded slightly: “Thank you for the trouble.”

“No trouble at all,” Yun Shan said, “serving you is my honor.”

After saying this, he left through the back door to find Fu Yunshen.

The other customers also withdrew their gazes.

Only the young man who had been mocked by Yun Shan still had an unfriendly look in his eyes.

“Who is that person?” his companion came over, curiously asking, “She didn’t recognize these items, how did she get in here?”

“She got in through connections, how else?” the young man shrugged, “She’s only so-so in looks, don’t know who has such poor taste.”

“There have been quite a few new arrivals on the island recently,” the companion said, “The new members now seem to be weaker than the last.”

The young man’s expression was mocking: “That’s why I say, the good stuff is all obtained by those who pull strings, while the truly capable are left out.”

**

It only took about five minutes for Yun Shan to make his return.

This time, he came back with Fu Yunshen.

Since he had changed his face, the other customers in the store didn’t recognize him.

But they knew, the person who could directly get the latest goods from the shop owner, without needing to book, there were only a few of them.

“The parts.” Fu Yunshen looked up and signaled Yun Shan to put down the box he had been carrying, “I’ve picked some out for you.”

He then took out several sheets of paper: “Blueprints.”

Ying Zijin took the blueprints and after a few seconds, she had mentally mapped out the positions of all the parts.

She picked up the R45, turned it over in her hands, and methodically began to dismantle the casing.

This action made many people in the store gasp.

The equipment they couldn’t even get their hands on was now being disassembled.

Did she really think she was playing a game?

The young man from before couldn’t stand it anymore, he came over and sneered, “After ruining a good gun, I really want to see what kind of thing you can put together.”

Fu Yunshen lifted his lashes.

Yun Shan immediately took out the new P92, pointed at the young man, and said, “Quiet down and shut your mouth.”

Whether out of curiosity, distress, or some other reason, the remaining customers gathered around as well.

The girl’s speed in disassembling the R45 went from slow to fast, as if calculating something while taking it apart.

It only took thirty seconds to completely disassemble the R45.

Then, she began picking parts from the part box, replacing a few, and started reassembling.

Those who came to procure equipment naturally understood guns.

A few customers’ expressions went from casual to increasingly solemn.

Yun Shan also jumped up, eyes wide.

Three minutes later, the R45 was reassembled.

It was lighter and smaller than before, but no drastic changes were visible.

“The shooting range is in the back.” Fu Yunshen stood up, “Let’s go, kiddo, I’ll take you there.”

The two of them went out one after the other.

The young man certainly wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity and quickly followed them.

Behind was a large shooting range with many targets, convenient for testing guns.

Ying Zijin gripped the reassembled R45 and aimed it at the sky.

Without even looking up, she simply pulled the trigger.

“Bang!”

A loud sound erupted.

All who followed instinctively looked up into the sky.

However, one second, two seconds… fifteen seconds passed, and there was no reaction at all.

The young man couldn’t help it and threw another taunt, “Are you firing blanks?”

Not long after his words had settled, a dark shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

It was a bird.

With a “thump,” it hit the ground head and claws down.

Clearly, it had been hit.

“…”

Instantly, the surroundings went dead silent.

The young man looked at the bird on the ground in disbelief, his composure shattered in an instant.

His face felt painfully hot.

Yun Shan’s brain had also crashed.

Having followed Fu Yunshen to many places, including but not limited to tropical rainforests, marshy deserts, and uninhabited areas.

So these survival skills were essential.

He naturally recognized the bird.

Sharp-tailed Swift.

The fastest flying bird.

Normally, it flies at a speed of 170 km/h, but at its fastest, it can reach a staggering 352.5 km/h!

The speed of a helicopter is only about 300 km/h.

With the naked eye, one could only see a fleeting afterimage of the Sharp-tailed Swift.

Let alone catching it.

And they almost never land, spending all their time in the sky.

They fly high, too, far out of range for an R45.

Really, no hunter could take down a Sharp-tailed Swift with just an R45.

“Tweaked the range a bit, not bad,” said Ying Zijin, blowing on the barrel of the gun before tucking the R45 into its matching case, “Pick it up, we’ll roast it for dinner.”

After a moment’s thought, she added, “Seems a bit small, we’ll catch some fish later on.”

“Yeah, someone will catch the fish,” Fu Yunshen suddenly smiled, “Seafood here is nice, what else do you want to eat?”

“Sea crab,” Ying Zijin, who had specifically looked up gourmet guides in the Central District, replied, “Spicy stir-fried is delicious.”

“Sea crabs are cold in nature, Yaoyao, you—” Fu Yunshen paused, tilting his head, his voice softened, “Even though your time of the month isn’t here yet, you should still avoid eating such things.”

“…”

Ying Zijin fell silent for a moment, “You remember my period?”

She hadn’t even bothered to keep track herself.

“Important matters, how could I forget,” Fu Yunshen said without elaboration, then turned his head to knock some sense into the stupefied Yun Shan, “Remember to roast the meat tonight.”

The two walked out just like that.

The others on the Shooting Range were still standing there, dumbfounded.

Yun Wu came out from the back equipment room, also carrying a few boxes.

These were what Fu Yunshen had specially prepared for Ying Zijin’s self-defense.

Hearing the commotion outside, he came over, confused, “Second Brother, what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking—” Yun Shan, coming back to his senses in a daze, then glanced at the Sharp-tailed Swift he was holding, “Good thing it’s not a protected species, eating it isn’t illegal.”

“…”

**

Hunter District.

Di Wu Yue had been squatting at the entrance of a grilled kebab shop for a long while and finally spotted the girl.

She jumped up happily and waved, “Miss, over here, over here.”

Ying Zijin walked over and generously handed her a cup of ice-cold cola.

“Wow, having soda in summer, that’s the happiest thing,” Di Wu Yue gulped down a big swig and belched, “Miss, I’ve bought the tickets, we’ll be able to go in and watch the competition in a bit.”

“My money.”

“…”

“Cough cough!” Di Wu Yue straightened up, “Don’t worry, Miss, I’ll pay you back with interest in the future.”

“It’s a small matter, don’t mention it,” Ying Zijin spoke indifferently, “Remember, calculate less, only do it if absolutely necessary.”

“I got it,” Di Wu Yue sighed, “I can only work out simple things like love and career prospects for people, I’ll stay away from the big stuff.”

Di Wu Feng followed leisurely behind the two, still wearing his beggar attire.

But his features were so striking that he attracted quite a bit of attention.

“Looks like there are ranked hunters,” Di Wu Yue pointed at the large screen on the high-rise building, “From the Gun God Ranking.”

Ying Zijin’s eyes narrowed slightly as she looked over.

The screen showed a woman.

Golden blonde hair in big waves, deep blue eyes, a typical Oceania facial features.

To the side was her brief introduction.

Rita Bevin, 18 years old,

“Tsk tsk, no wonder she’s bold enough to show her photo, turns out she’s from the Bevin Family,” Di Wu Yue rubbed her chin, “I think I know why she’s here.”

Hunters mostly concealed their identities, except those from major clans and powers.

Because even if their identities were exposed, there weren’t many who would dare to mess with them, unless they could withstand the furious retribution from these major clans and powers.

Ying Zijin glanced at it and withdrew her gaze, “What about it?”

“Oh, I’m not really sure, just something I heard from my family,” Di Wu Yue finished her last sip of cola, “They’re looking for the number one on the Poison Master Ranking.”