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?"

crowd began

back, money

It was all her fault, otherwise he could make a big profit and then leave this place

forward and violently raised his hand

It hurts! My hand ...

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

look crossed over his handsome face and he suddenly

Just heard a "click".

off with a look of

he almost cried, sweat on the forehead, and his legs went weak and fell to

and management department also

which owned more than half of the shares in the seaside town, could not tolerate

of the market supervision and management department saw Luther and immediately said respectfully, "Mr. Warner, I'm sorry.

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