"Who is it?"
Han Sen had noticed Yang Manli's little trick for a long time, but he did not want to expose her.
"Yang Zikun, the grandson of Yang Xiuwen, a demigod senator from the Upper House." Yang Manli told Han Sen about Yang Zikun.
Ten days ago, Yang Zikun entered God's Sanctuary as an adult and was randomly assigned to Steel Armor Shelter. Steel Armor Special Squad received an order to provide as much help as possible to Yang Zikun and ensure his safety.
Yang Zikun came from a famous family, and his self-cultivation and quality were good. However, he was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with such a noble background. In addition, he had been outstanding since he was a child. Although he looked very humble and polite, it was difficult for others to change his mind when he decided on something.
Obviously, Yang Zikun was too confident in himself, or he liked to challenge difficult things. He had only been in God's Sanctuary for a few days and was already thinking about challenging mutant creatures. Gambler and the rest of the squad followed him for a few days and were almost scared to death by Yang Zikun.
Yang Manli also tried to persuade Yang Zikun to take things one step at a time, but it was completely useless for Yang Zikun.
"Only through life and death challenges can one have a deep understanding of martial arts. Understanding martial arts from the extreme is the true essence of martial arts …" Yang Manli didn't know where Yang Zikun heard these words, but she really didn't have the ability to convince Yang Zikun.
If there were no orders from above, Yang Manli would not care if he was dead or alive. However, she had to find a way to persuade Yang Zikun. Otherwise, if Yang Zikun died, the Special Squad would be punished as well.
"Leave it to me. I will go and meet Yang Zikun tomorrow morning." Han Sen smiled and hung up the phone.
The next morning, Han Sen entered Steel Armor Shelter and saw Yang Zikun before dawn. Yang Zikun was practicing darts early in the morning.
Yang Manli introduced Han Sen to Yang Zikun. Yang Zikun was indeed very well-mannered and confident. He was a big kid that was easy to like. At least in Han Sen's eyes, he was just a kid.
"Captain Han, if possible, I hope you can arrange someone to take me to Dark Swamp." Yang Zikun was very polite, but what he said made Han Sen frown.
Not to mention Yang Zikun, who had just entered God's Sanctuary a dozen days ago, even people with mutant geno points maxed out would not dare to go to Dark Swamp, let alone those who went there.
Yang Manli frowned and was about to dissuade Yang Zikun, but was stopped by Han Sen.
"Mr. Yang, why do you want to go to Dark Swamp?" Han Sen asked Yang Zikun with a smile.
"Dark Swamp is full of poisonous bugs, which is perfect for me to practice."
Yang Zikun patted his dart bag. There were two rows of darts in it. At first glance, he could tell that they were high-grade darts with a very high content of Z-steel.
"I see. Going to Dark Swamp to practice darts is a good choice. But I don't think your darts skills are good enough to go to Dark Swamp. Go to Green Grass Forest and practice with the copper-toothed beasts," Han Sen said casually.
"You haven't seen my skill. How do you know I can't do it?" Yang Zikun frowned. Obviously, he was dissatisfied with Han Sen's arbitrary judgment.
"It's the intuition of a dart player," Han Sen said with a smile.
"Are you also a dart player?"
Yang Zikun looked at Han Sen and seemed to be very suspicious. Han Sen didn't even have a dart bag. He didn't look like a person who practiced darts.
Han Sen did not answer Yang Zikun. Instead, he smiled and said, "Well, I'll show you a target. If you can hit it, I'll ask someone to take you to Dark Swamp. If you can't, you'll follow my orders. What do you think?"
"Okay, but the target must be within 20 meters." Yang Zikun was obviously confident in his dart skills.
"You can stand as close as you want."
Han Sen took the suspicious Yang Zikun to the shooting range where Bullseye Group practiced. There were many targets.
Han Sen walked into the shooting range, picked up a target from the ground, and walked to another target. Then he put the previous target 30 centimeters in front of the other one.
The target was round, about 60 or 70 centimeters in diameter. Now that the two targets were put in a line by Han Sen, it was impossible to see the target behind from the front.
Yang Zikun did not know what Han Sen meant. Yang Manli and other members of Bullseye Group also looked at Han Sen in confusion. They did not know what he wanted to do.
"Can you hit the bullseye from such a long distance?" Han Sen walked to Yang Zikun and pointed to the target he put there.
"Of course, no problem." Yang Zikun looked at Han Sen and answered.
"I'm talking about the bullseye behind the target. Can you hit it from here?" Han Sen repeated his question.
Yang Zikun suddenly frowned, looked at Han Sen and said, "Captain Han, are you deliberately making things difficult for me?
The two targets are so close. Even if I use a curve dart, it is impossible to hit the bullseye of the target behind. "
"What if I can hit it?" Han Sen looked at Yang Zikun and said with a smile.
"Captain Han, you are not going to hit the target in front of you, are you?
If that is the case, I can do it too. "Yang Zikun pursed his lips and said.
"If I hit the target in front of me, I lose." Han Sen said lightly.
"Well, if you can stand here without hitting the target in front of you and hit the bullseye of the target behind you, I will listen to you." Yang Zikun thought carefully for a while, then looked at Han Sen and said slowly.
"You are very thoughtful."
Han Sen smiled and turned to the target. He pointed at himself and said, "Can I stand here?"
"Yes." Yang Zikun looked at Han Sen in confusion.
Yang Zikun was a little shaken by this man's confidence.
However, no matter how hard Yang Zikun thought about it, it was impossible for Han Sen to hit the target behind him.
The distance between the two targets was too close.
Even if Han Sen could make an arc dart, he could only hit a dozen centimeters from the edge of the target behind him, which was still far away from the small bullseye.
Yang Zikun could not think of any way to hit the bullseye.
He did not believe that Han Sen could do it, but seeing Han Sen so determined and calm made him suspicious and curious. He wanted to know what this man was going to do, or what trick this man was going to use.
But Han Sen did not think of using any tricks at all. It was not worth it to deal with such a child.
Han Sen took out a Ghost Flame Butterfly Dart made of Z-steel and threw it at the target.