"It's no wonder she's Third Master's girlfriend. Not only is she beautiful, but her marksmanship is also impressive." People around Bonnie Maxwell were amazed, completely ignoring her reaction.
They went on praising, "Marksmanship that can match Third Master's is indeed nothing short of divine presence."
Bonnie's hand that hung by her side clenched tightly, the veins on the back of her hand bulging. Even her jawline tightened from biting her teeth.
She never expected that this woman... this woman was so good at using a gun.
How could it be, how is it possible.
How could a wild girl from the countryside have such marksmanship.
"Indeed, excellent people should be with other excellent people," someone beside her said. "They truly are a perfect match."
Bonnie suddenly looked at the person beside her, her eyes seemingly reddened by jealousy, radiating endless malice. Her voice was restrained to the point of being stiff and hoarse, "Do you have nothing else to do?"
