Magic Doctor CEO Lady's Humble Husband (Fade Chen)
Chapter 521

Young Master Haymitch and the others chatted and laughed for some time. After an hour of rest, they decided to go out together to have some fun.

Fade followed behind them in boredom. He would find a place to sit down and rest while he watched them play among themselves wherever they went. He was not interested in hanging out with them anyway. As for Edgar, he tried to talk some sense into Fade at first, but later on, he probably gave up doing so and completely ignored Fade. He had his heart set on accompanying Haymitch with a smile while secretly flattering him.

Just like that, this group of rich youngsters had a whale of a time, and would even burst into laughter occasionally.

All of a sudden, an even louder and more enthusiastic laugh could be heard from them. Some of them even applauded, whistled and cheered joyfully.

"Young Master Haymitch, you're amazing. You just hit the bull's eye!"

"That's some amazing progress you've made in archery!"

"I've filmed the scene just now. I should study it carefully and learn from you!"

"Young Master Haymitch, let's go for another round again."

With such a loud cheer, Fade glanced at them briefly and immediately understood what they were playing.

At the moment, the group of youngsters were playing some archery and shooting at their target 20-metres away. Just a moment ago, Haymitch was lucky enough to hit the bull's eye and scored 10 points. This immediately attracted an uproar of fervent cheers and flattery.

Haymitch was also excited at this moment. He was somewhat carried away by the flattery of the crowd and aimed at the target again.

His skill and luck proved to be quite good as he managed to score 9 points this time.

Immediately, he was met with another round of deafening applause.

"You're so awesome. Young Master Haymitch, you're too awesome."

"You're too good. You managed to make every shot!" "Young Master Haymitch, you're amazing."

"Young Master Haymitch, I want to see you score again."

Within the crowd, someone suddenly shouted, "This distance is just a piece of cake for Young Master Haymitch. We should go for something more challenging."

Hearing his words, Haymitch's eyes lit up with interest.

The crowd was filled with praises and suggestions for him to show off his talent.

"Young Master Haymitch, why don't you try aiming for the 50-metre target?"

"Still targets are definitely not a problem for Young Master Haymitch. Why not try the moving targets?"

Showered by lavish compliments, Haymitch was thinking about how to show off again.

At that moment, one of his followers suddenly turned to the nearby rest area and pointed to a spot above the wooden shed there. He joyfully suggested, "Young Master Haymitch, look! There's a pigeon there. Why don't you try hunting on the spot?"

Hearing this, everyone turned around to look at the rest area.

The shed in the rest area was built of wood, and a big, fat pigeon was perched lazily on the top of the shed. It seemed like a fine target, indeed.

Haymitch's interest was instantly piqued. He picked up his bow and arrow and was just about to aim at it.

After all, living creatures were much more interesting targets to shoot at compared to inanimate objects.

Seeing as he was about to shoot, Edgar also shifted his gaze over to the rest area and noticed Fade, who was resting under the wooden shed. He was shocked and quickly said to Haymitch, "Young Master Haymitch, there's someone over there. It's quite dangerous to shoot with someone in the way, so why don't we forget about it?"

After hearing Edgar's words, everyone's gaze fell on Fade, who was chilling in the wooden shed.

At that moment, he was lying in an armchair, eating fruits and drinking juice leisurely. He looked as if he was enjoying himself in his own little world.

Upon seeing this, the group of rich young people could not help but express dissatisfaction. They started to comment on his relaxed demeanor in displeasure.

"Wow, that boy really knows how to enjoy himself!" "That's right. Look at him, he's better at having fun than us."

"He looks like he's more relaxed than us. If anyone who wasn't aware of our status saw him, they would've thought that he was the big shot, and we're the ones here to entertain him!"

Such a remark immediately jabbed Haymitch the wrong way and his expression tightened and turned sour. He was already unhappy with how Fade had chosen to ignore him just now when he arrived. Now that Fade looked like he was enjoying himself without a worry in the world, Haymitch grew irritated.

Therefore, he snorted and dismissed Edgar's comment, "What danger could there be? The roof of the wooden shed is more than ten meters away from him."

While speaking, he began to draw the bow back and aimed at the pigeon on top of the shed confidently.

The people around also began to chatter earnestly. Some people who were secretly competing with Edgar took this opportunity to criticize him.

"Edgar, don't you believe in Young Master Haymitch's archery skills?"

"Young Master Haymitch just showed us such excellent archery skills. How could you not trust him Edgar?"

"Edgar, you're so protective of that lad. Is there anything special about him?"

Edgar's face paled slightly upon hearing the various comments made. He chuckled and attempted to cover up his emotions by saying, "I didn't mean that. I just wanted everyone to be safe."

With this, he looked at Haymitch who was already drawing back his bow and could not help but worry. After all, he knew that Haymitch's so-called archery skills were only as good as an enthusiast and not a professional.

The two shots from just now were only shots of pure luck. However, the target that he attempted to shoot at now was over 40 metres away from them, and was much smaller than all the previous targets he had attempted. Adding on to that, there was also wind resistance that could affect his aim. One wrong move and he would really hit Fade by accident.

Thinking of his father's high regards for Fade, Edgar could not help but feel a little worried. After much consideration, he finally said, "Young Master Haymitch, why don't I inform Fade and tell him to come over? With that, he won't be in your way."

Hearing this, Young Maaster Haymitch's expression darkened and he retorted in annoyance, "Edgar, don't disturb me when I am aiming."

The people around also chimed in.

"Edgar, don't worry about it. With Young Master Haymitch's archery skills, he definitely won't miss."

"That's right, Edgar. If you were to call him over and scare the pigeon away, what should we do then?"

"Stop talking. Young Master Haymitch is aiming. Don't make any noise."

Everyone held their breath as they watched Haymitch draw back his bow and aim at the pigeon above the wooden shed.

When Edgar saw this, he was worried and anxious. He looked in Fade's direction, and desperately tried to gesture for him to move away. However, Fade had not noticed him at all as he was still lying on the armchair leisurely.

Therefore, Edgar could only pray in his heart for Haymitch to not miss this shot. Otherwise, he would never be able to make it up to his father if anything had happened to Fade.

A few seconds later, Haymitch locked onto his target and was about to let go of the arrow. Right at this moment, the pigeon suddenly fluttered its wings and swooped down.

When the rich youngsters saw it, they could not help exclaiming in surprise.

"Oh no, the pigeon!"

"Young Master Haymitch, shoot it quickly!"

Haymitch, who had already braced himself to shoot, was also startled by the sudden movement. When he heard them say so, he quickly changed his direction, lowered his aim, and released the arrow.