Shiloh waved her hand dismissively. "Dinner and all that fancy stuff don't matter to me. But these sneakers are broken, so you need to buy me a new pair!"

Andrew was amused. "I'll buy you ten pairs!"

Shiloh emphasized, "No, I only want one pair. And look carefully-mine is a brand-name athletic shoe!"

Francesca chuckled. "Shiloh, we recognize the brand. When we go out later, we'll buy you the same style!"

Shiloh looked troubled. "Actually, never mind that. Let's get a domestic brand instead. I want to support locally made products!"

Francesca, Andrew, and Lauren all looked at each other in confusion.

...

in the Driscoll residence, the sinister Walter opened his hawk-

succeed?" he asked

the question, he replied with a grin, "Not only did he not succeed,

"Although Eagle Eye's martial arts weren't much good and he barely ranked in the middle-to-lower tier of the Underworld Index, his assassination skills had

finished assembling the Desert Eagle. It was worth noting that this particular Desert Eagle was

my turn to make a move,

mouth full of protruding gold teeth, radiating an overwhelming

see the light of day.

going to slaughter a little nobody. Besides, Mr. Burke, don't worry. I'll shoot and

nodded and raised one claw-like hand. "Fine, you can go. Tomorrow, Mr. Joe will be facing off against Andrew, and Mr. Driscoll Senior doesn't like seeing such things, as it's really beneath the

for answers."

picked up

was a domestic Type 77 pistol, and he flashed a brilliant golden grin. "Foreign guns might look cooler, but I still love the homegrown

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