"Thank you, Sister Huntington, for being fair... What? I lost?"
Zane Percival suddenly stiffened, his expression turning unhappy in an instant.
"I said, you've lost!"
Itai Huntington handed the score sheet to Zane Percival: "The reason why those nine shots didn't make separate holes is that they all hit the same point."
As she finished these words, Itai Huntington was extremely shocked in her heart.
She felt it was impossible!
But the score sheet came with photos and high-speed snapshots from the computer.
Clearly, each bullet had hit the bullseye with impeccable precision!
"This is impossible!"
Zane Percival's face underwent a frantic change!
"What, Younger Percival, are you questioning the authority of our shooting range?"
The manager's face darkened as he waved his hand and said, "Play the video!"
"Yes, sir!"
