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... fired. Each bullet hit the balloons, but it felt more like they were hitting the owner’s heart. After running the booth for so long, tampering with the gun in various ways, the owner had never seen someone so accurate. The owner glared at Leon, watching it happen and harboring resentment. However, another person present had a completely opposite attitude from the owner.
In her eyes, the man in front of her was focused and serious—although a bit stubborn, it didn’t have a significant impa ...
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