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 shouting

back, money back,

owner of the stall vented all his anger on Joyce. It was all her fault, otherwise he could make a big profit and then leave this place and no one

forward and violently raised his hand and tried to

It hurts! My hand ...

It was Luther. His face was as gloomy as dark clouds. He stopped the

crossed over his handsome face and he suddenly increased

Just heard a "click".

his hands off with

He was in severe pain and he almost cried, sweat on the forehead, and his legs went weak and fell to his

market supervision and management department also arrived in

The R&S Group, which owned more than half of the shares in the seaside town, could not tolerate

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