Chapter 454: The Heart on the Targets


    Benjamin looked at the targets andughed satirically, “Mr. Jenkins, why did you make them move the


    targets farther away? If the distance is far, it is not easy to shoot.”


    He paused, then made a face of sudden enlightenment and said, “But this way, the distance is far and


    even if the final score is low, it can still be considered excusable.”


    Although he was saying that he understood, but his tone felt more like he had exposed Ernest’s


    dishonest intentions.


    Facing Benjamin’s sarcastic targeting, Ernest pursed his thin lips, his expressions unchanged and his


    tone indifferent.


    “Just wait and see.”


    Simple words, neither denying nor opposing, but with a transcendent aura and confidence as if


    everything was under his control.


    This kind of self-confidence made Benjamin feel very ufortable and uneasy.


    For just a rich guy from City N, he couldn’t understand where rence’s confidence came from? And


    this kind of self-confidence and control made him couldn’t help but think of Ernest.


    That tricky man once took away what originally belonged to him in such a high-spirited manner.


    Benjamin gritted his teeth inwardly and said without a smile, “Okay. I will wait and see!”


    There was the smell of gunpowder in the air.


    Stanford watched Ernest holding his gun. His expressions changed slightly and he said, “If you want to


    hit the target from this distance, you will have to consider more factors. It is already very difficult. Even


    if you can hit up to the score of ny, you will already be considered a very powerful person.”


    Florence became even more worried. Even Stanford had said so, Ernest’s desire to get a good result


    was just baseless.


    If his score was too bad, wasn’t Benjamin going to take it as an opportunity to ridicule and humiliate


    him?


    However, Ernest had never been a reckless person, why did he suddenly do this?


    Florence’s palms were nervously sweating.


    Ernest’s expression was indifferent, and there was no nervousness at all.


    He turned the pistol in his hand, feeling it to be familiar and turned his gaze to Florence not far


    away.


    With a deep gaze, he said in a soft tone, “Look carefully, this is for you.”


    What was for her?


    Florence was puzzled. Before she could figure it out, she saw the pistol spin around in Ernest’s slender


    fingers in a beautiful circle. Then he held it in his palm, loaded it, aimed and shot…


    The action was neat and crisp, done in one go.


    “Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”


    There were continuous gunshots and the sound rang uninterruptedly.


    Clear, resonant and catching everyone’s attention.


    Everyone looked at Ernest as if in shock, who was holding the gun calmly and gracefully, firing all of the


    ten shots in a row with calm expressions.


    He looked free and at ease, as if he was shooting in a free range and didn’t care if he could hit the


    target or not.


    Benjamin frowned. Was this manpletely crazy? Did he even take thispetition seriously?


    When the gunshots were fired, he was about to say something sarcastic immediately. However, at this


    moment, he was stunned to hear the mechanical sound constantly ringing on the target.


    “Ten points.”


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    “Ten points.”


    “Ten points.”


    …


    It broadcasted continuously. All ten points!


    The referee was dumbfounded. He even suspected that maybe the machine was malfunctioning.


    He stared at the machine and looked at it again and again and even confirmed with the referee who


    was checking the targets in the distance. Then he finally epted the abnormal result in disbelief.


    He looked at Ernest in shock and said in a shaky voice, “Congrattions Mr. Jenkins. You have a total


    score of… hundred!”


    “Impossible!”


    Benjamin spoke incredulously, his face almost gray.


    He had already prepared how to insult and ridicule rence. He had never thought this would be the


    result.


    How could it be? He fired ten shots continuously from such a long distance but still urately got the


    perfect score. Was he a monster?


    The referee said, “It has been confirmed again and again. It is indeed the score of one hundred points.”


    Phoebe eximed in surprise and joy, “Benjamin, are you convinced now? You only got ny-nine


    point nine, but he got a full hundred. The difference between him and you is the difference between


    perfect and wed.”


    Benjamin’s face was even more ugly as if he had been pped fiercely with an invisible hand.


    It burned into his cheeks and made them hurt. He was humiliated and embarrassed.


    Seeing the result, Florence was both shocked and relieved with joy.


    Ernest turned out to be so good at marksmanship! No wonder he was confident and she was worried


    for nothing.


    She let go of the tension in her heart and was about to congratte Ernest, but she heard Phoebe’s


    surprised scream.


    She pointed to the target in the distance and said, “Flory look quickly! The bull’s eyes on the targets


    that were hit make a heart shape.”


    Florence followed Phoebe’s gaze and was surprised to find that after all of the bull’s eyes were shot,


    the disordered arrangement of the targets entuated the visual effect and connected the bull’s eyes


    into a heart shape.


    Remembering what Ernest had said to her ‘Watch carefully, it is for you’, Florence was stunned for a


    moment.


    Was it that what was for her was a heart made by the shots in the targets?!


    “Wow, rence! This heart, did you deliberately made it to give to Flory?”


    Phoebe jumped up excitedly and asked about giving that heart to Florence.


    Florence’s cheeks flushed suddenly. She was a little embarrassed but she secretly looked forward to


    hearing Ernest’s response.


    Despite the spection, she still wanted to hear him personally.


    Ernest put down the pistol and walked to Florence on his long legs until he was only one step away.


    He lowered his head slightly, staring at her deeply.


    “Do you like it?”


    His question confessed in a disguised way that he did mean to give it to her.


    Florence’s heart seemed to be hit by an electric current. She felt shocked and numb and could hardly


    hold herself up.


    She looked at him shyly and nodded.


    “Thank you. You are amazing.”


    Her eyes were lit with unconceble love and admiration.


    Looking at her like this, Ernest’s heart moved. He couldn’t help but want to rush up to hold her in his


    arms and kiss her fiercely.


    However, with Stanford and others, also with his current identity, he couldn’t do it.


    His eyes darkened as he said solemnly, “As long as you like it.”


    That pampering tone made people jealous.


    Phoebe looked at them full of jealousy as if she too wanted to start a rtionship right away.


    Stanford was also shocked that rence had such marksmanship and immediately appreciated him a


    little more and also wanted to have a friendly match with him.


    Before this idea was fully generated however, it was discovered that there was such a hidden meaning


    behind the target arrangement.


    It could be said that he was very attentive.


    With such great capabilities and such a meticulous and romantic mind, his rigidity and gentleness went


    hand in hand so nicely that Stanford had nothing left to say.


    He couldn’t help but nod inwardly. rence was indeed very good.


    On the contrary, Benjamin was like a person who had fallen into a dark hell. His whole body was


    shrouded in a cloud of darkness.