You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The owner only felt a blackness in front of his eyes and a chill down his spine. Being exposed on the spot made him irritated and angry.

"Ah. So your guns are tampered with! No wonder I shot eighty rounds and didn't even hit the board! I just wondered when my shooting became so bad! You shameless!" The male colleague shouted from the side.

Other onlookers, who had spent money here, all began to shout at the stall owner, "Shameless! So it was you who did the trick!!"

"Give us our money back! Give us our money back!"

"Give us our money back!"

The shouting rose up gradually, and more and more people came and joined them.

The owner of the stall went so desperate and pointed at Joyce, "Don't listen to her nonsense, if I did anything to the guns, then how did she hit the center?"

"Huh." Joyce handsomely put the air gun on the table, "because I weighed the gun, observed the angle at which the others shot off, and measured the shooting trajectory. Since I know the aims are off the correct position, I just need to calculate the angle, so I can still hit the red center. What, any more questions?"

began

money back,

her fault, otherwise he could make a big profit and then leave this place and no one would ever

and violently raised

he let out a violent scream, “It hurts! It hurts! My hand ... my hand is going

Luther. His face was as gloomy as dark clouds. He stopped the stall owner immediately when

handsome face and

Just heard a "click".

hands off with a look of

owner's wrist was directly dislocated. He was in severe pain and he almost cried,

time, the market supervision and

the stall owner tried to deny everything, Luther had already called the market supervision and management department. The R&S Group, which owned more than half of the shares in the seaside town, could not tolerate such unscrupulous

Luther and immediately said respectfully, "Mr. Warner,