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    Estelle was a bit anxious: “T’ll go check on him!”


    “No need!” Jonathan grabbed her wrist, looking up behind a few trees, “He’sing!”


    Sure enough, it was Henson, strolling over leisurely with a few bottles of water.


    He was in his camo, a blue ribbon fluttering in the wind on his sleeve, his youthful and handsome face


    on high alert.


    Jonathan suddenly turned to Estelle, “If we had a son, do you think he would turn out like this?”


    Estelle felt a jolt in her heart, her expression nonchnt, “You’re getting ahead of yourself!”


    “Or a daughter, we can’t just have one, it’d be best to have two boys and a girl,” Jonathan mumbled to


    himself.


    Listening to him getting more and more oundish, Estelle simply got up to check if the people the Red


    team was waiting for had


    arrived.


    Handing Jonathan a bottle of water, Henson asked, “What’s up with Ms. Macin?”


    Jonathan smiled faintly, “She’s just feeling a bit shy!”


    Henson raised an eyebrow, “What did you say to make Ms, Macin shy? She doesn’t seem like the


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    “Hmm,” Jonathan pondered for a moment, then said with a hint of satisfaction, “She only gets shy


    around me.”


    Henson snorted, clearly not buying it, then strode over to Estelle to give her a drink.


    He had specifically picked out a bottle of juice for Estelle. After taking a sip, Estelle handed him thest


    piece of her chocte. “Where’d you get this?” Henson asked in surprise.


    Got it when I went to change, Estelle replied, her expression nk


    “Does Jonathan have any?” Henson asked.


    Estelle thought to herself, Jonathan didn’t even have you in mind, yet here you are thinking about him!


    But she didn’t voice it out. Instead, she simply said, “Yeah, I bought three pieces. We both ate ours,”


    Only then did Henson peel off the wrapper and put the chocte into his mouth.


    About half an hourter, the people from the Red team finally arrived.


    They were a group of over ten, all looking professional.


    That clingy girl rushed over to a man in the lead, cooing, “Darling, you’re finally here. We’ve been


    bullied to death, you have to get revenge for us!”


    Estelle looked over. The man was about 57 meters tall, with muscr arms and curled fists, clearly


    someone who was used to handling firearms.


    The girl’s behavior was exaggerated and affected, a stark contrast to the man’s steady demeanor. It


    was a mystery why they were together.


    Maybe all strong men preferred girls who knew how to act cute?


    Just watching the two of them gave Estelle an indescribable sense of discord.


    With the man’s arrival, the girl regained her confidence. She red at Estelle arrogantly, “Just wait,


    you’ll beg me for sparing you this time!”


    After meeting with Ryan and a few others, the man asked Jonathan, “You only have three people?”


    Standing tall, Jonathan’s intimidating aura was even stronger when facing a professional shooter, “Yes,


    just the three of us!”


    The man looked surprised, “We’re all professionals, isn’t this a bit unfair?”


    “We’ll see who’s bullied in the end!” Jonathan retorted, a bit scornfully.


    Ryan sidled up to the man, whispering. These three don’t seem like amateurs. They look like


    professionalpetitors withpetition experience.”


    The man seemed to have gotten his answer, smiling, “Well, that’s good. We wouldn’t want people to


    say we’re ganging up on you, that wouldn’t be a good result.”


    He was a national champion with some fame, beingbeled a bully wouldn’t be a good result.