As soon as Fang Cheng stepped out of the elevator, he saw a broad-shouldered, heavily built man sitting behind the service desk ahead.
The man was bowing his head, counting several boxes of large-caliber bullets. Hearing movement, he looked up.
Their eyes collided in midair.
"You… you…"
The burly man shot to his feet, the ammo box in his hand almost slipping to the floor.
His eyes bulged round, his mouth hung open, but for a long moment he couldn't form a complete sentence.
This was the person in charge of the shooting range, Brother Hu.
Fang Cheng walked over and joked casually:
"What's wrong, Brother Hu, it's only been half a year and you don't recognize me?"
Brother Hu snapped back to his senses. The shock on his face quickly turned into enthusiasm, and his back unconsciously bent a little:
"Mr. Fang, listen to you. How could I possibly not recognize you?"
