The figures of the two people disappeared in front of the stall before the owner had time to come around, the young men and women who had been watching the fun crowded around, directly surrounding the small stall so tightly that water couldn't get through.
"Boss, is this place a geomantic treasure? Give me fifty rounds of bullets!"
"I want fifty rounds too, your guns must be effective!"
"I want it too, I won't go home today unless I take home the top prize!"
A big circle of people crowded around, and the owner suddenly snapped back from the sad fact that he had just lost out, fully revived.
"Alright! Please wait a moment, everybody, please take your time, everyone will get a chance to play!"
When bullets, toy guns, and other props were ready, the owner's phone rang with the ding-dong of incoming payment notifications. He looked at the throng and cracked a smile, opening his phone.
