As soon as Miranda smoothly disassembled the gun and loaded it with bullets, she caught the attention of the other patrons and the staff at the shooting club. Everyone instinctively nced over at where she was standing.


    Initially, they thought it was just some young folks fooling around, so they only gave her a cursory nce while continuing with their activities. However, Miranda''s subtle yet skillful moves quickly drew the attention of the experienced shooters.


    The Lancasters were taken aback. Caius had assumed Miranda was merely bluffing, but to his surprise, she knew her stuff! Just from her confident actions, he could tell she was a pro.


    Hannah was equally stunned. Although Miranda''s sequence of movements was quick, Hannah, having spent countless hours at the shooting range with her brother, she herself also learned some stuff, and could tell that Miranda''s skills were anything but ordinary.


    Without even donning the protective gear, Miranda raised her hand into a textbook shooting stance and unleashed a series of shots in rapid session - seamless and precise.


    As the barrage of gunfire echoed through the range, a few people on the other side frowned. "Must be a newbie, thinking rapid-fire is impressive without caring about uracy."


    Meanwhile, another man polishing his handgun seemed disinterested. But their expressions changed when the sound of triumphant drums red from the range''s speakers.


    This was the range''s special signal: hitting the bullseye five times in a row earned one a celebratory drum roll.


    This was customized specially to satisfy the customers. Every five drums'' rhythm varied from each sess shooting.


    "Five bullseyes isn''t unheard of. Guess she''s not a rookie."


    "Feel like checking it out?" he asked Sebastian, who was reloading his weapon without a word.


    In an instant, the range resounded with the celebratory tune for ten consecutive bullseyes, drawing a crowd eager to witness the spectacle.


    They anticipated the arrival of one of the club''s top shooters, but to their amazement, it was a neer - and a girl at that!


    Alistair stared in disbelief. "How is


    this possible?" Theo was equally et


    speechless, his ears ringing with the it


    celebratory music, almoet


    was


    all a dream.


    Arabe, on the other hand, felt her heart sink. She had confidently dismissed Miranda as a braggart, only to be proven utterly wrong. Not only could Miranda shoot, she was


    hitting every mark


    "No way, how can she do something I can''t." Arabe seethed with jealousy, biting her lip in frustration.


    They had two in the game, so the total number was twenty shots.


    Miranda''s uracy had already


    secured her victory, but by


    magazine emptied, she extended her


    hand. "Bullets."


    en


    Caius was about to offer his ammo when a smooth, maic voice interrupted. "Use mine."


    Miranda turned to see who it was, momentarily surprised by the appearance of the man offering her a gun.


    Sebastian smiled warmly, his demeanor calm and unhurried. "I''ve got plenty of bullets."


    Without hesitation, she epted the gun from Sebastian. "Thanks," she said with an arch of her lips. "Ten bullets, I promise not to waste a single one."


    Sebastian''s eyes twinkled with amusement at her words. "Good."


    The crowd watched in awe as Sebastian willingly lent his gun. Regrs at the range knew there were two shooting maestros.