To make Anton concede with the word "convinced," Yang Yi was overjoyed—so thrilled he could almost fly.
"How did I master my shooting? I owe it to a firearms manager at the CIA training camp. He taught me a shooting method that didn't involve aiming straight at the target. So when I was there, I shot every day, firing many bullets without ever aiming."
Looking at Yang Yi's indifferent face, Anton was utterly baffled, "There's such a training method? That's ridiculous, it's completely unscientific."
Scientific or not, it doesn't matter if it's unscientific.
No matter how excited he was inside, Yang Yi would never show it. At times like these, you have to play it cool all the way through.
"Alright, marksmanship is just a minor issue, especially for someone like me. Whether it's good or bad isn't really of much significance, right? So let's focus on what we're going to do next instead."
