It was pointless...


    The stall owner pocketed the big bill and, with a grin, handed the gun to Connor.


    Connor took the gun, barely paying attention, and fired a shot.


    Then...


    He missed.


    He was stunned.


    Flora was too, but then she burst outughing.


    The founder of Empire Base, missing a shot at a carnival booth-it was beyond embarrassing.


    Connor''s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the gun. Something was definitely off.


    Without a word, he fired again, this time nailing the balloon dead center!This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    The stall owner kept smiling.


    With a ''bang,'' another hit!


    The stall owner''s smile persisted.


    "Bang! Bang! Bang!"


    A series of shots rang out, each one hitting its target wlessly.


    The stall owner''s grin started to waver.


    Connor was incredibly fast, barely aiming before firing off another shot.


    And yet, every single one was spot on!


    The stall owner''s expression shifted from amusement to dread.


    "Another round."


    Connor handed the gun back, signaling for another loaded one.


    The stall owner broke into a cold sweat.


    Now he realized Flora wasn''t kidding earlier.


    With only half of the hundred-dor bill gone, his booth was almost cleaned out.


    "Look... buddy, how about I give you your money back, and you can pick anything you like from my booth? On the house. Just, please, no more shooting, okay?" Connor''s face remained impassive.


    He still remembered missing that first shot.


    Especially in front of Flora.


    It was humiliating.


    Feeling Connor''s intense gaze, the stall owner shivered. He nced at Flora and a lightbulb went off!


    "Hey, it''s no fun ying alone. Why not let your girlfriend have a go?"


    "She''s not my girlfriend; she''s my fiancée."


    Connor corrected him seriously.


    The stall ownerughed nervously.


    I don''t care what your rtionship is; I just know if you keep shooting, I''ll be out of business.


    You''re good, but there''s no way the girl with you is that good too, right?


    Seeing the stall owner''s pleading eyes, Flora raised an eyebrow and took the gun.


    Casually, she fired a shot!


    Bullseye!


    The stall owner''s smile froze.


    With one arm wrapped around Connor and the other holding the gun, Flora lookedpletely rxed. Yet, every shot was dead on!


    The stall owner was on the verge of tears.


    He was seriously about to cry.


    He had messed with a pair of sharpshooters.


    Seeing the stall owner about to break down, Flora handed back the gun. Her eyes scanned the prizes until theynded on a pair of keychains. The keychains were a set, and Flora thought the boy on them looked a bit like Connor.


    "Hey, can I have that keychain, please? The rest, I don''t need."


    "Huh? Oh, sure! Absolutely!"


    Realizing what she wanted, the stall owner was over the moon, looking at Flora with more affection than he would his own daughter!


    Oh, what a kind-hearted and beautiful youngdy!


    He quickly took down the keychain and handed it to her, along with a medium-sized stuffed animal perfect for hugging.


    "Miss, I think this doll looks a lot like you! It''s yours now!"


    Looking at the doll with its bright red cheeks.


    Flora: "?"


    Does it look like me?


    She suddenly felt a twinge of regret.


    She should have made the stall owner pay more..


    Just then, amotion erupted!


    "Bro! Are you okay? Bro!"


    Flora turned towards the noise and saw someone had copsed on the ground not far away.


    A girl was crouched next to him, calling out in a mix of nervousness and panic.


    Soon, a crowd gathered around.


    Flora stepped forward, heading in that direction.