"What did you say?"
Zane Percival's smile froze instantly on his face.
He turned around to look at the shooting range and cursed loudly, "Can a blind man even work here?"
His good mood was ruined, and Zane Percival really felt like hitting someone.
It's clear that only the first shot hit the target; the other nine left no mark at all. How dare they claim a hundred points?
"Exactly! This must be some stooge Julius Reed hired. But even hiring a stooge should be done more professionally."
"How could he be professional? He's just a live-in son-in-law, doing dishes and cooking at the Radcliffe Family home. Where would he get the money to hire a high-end stooge? This one was probably dragged in from outside at the last minute and only paid three bucks!"
"They even found a blind one!"
The youths burst into raucous laughter, feeling extremely delighted.
