"BANG! BANG!"
Two clay pigeons shattered in mid-air, exploding into clouds of powder.
The entire shooting range fell deathly silent.
The expressions on everyone's faces froze. The bodyguards and well-trained servants, who had seen it all, now stared wide-eyed as if they'd seen a ghost.
The moment Elizabeth saw the two clouds of orange-red powder explode, the tension that had gripped her instantly vanished. Overcome with excitement, she was about to leap up and cheer but immediately clapped her hands over her mouth as if electrocuted, terrified that even the slightest sound would disrupt Li Wei's performance.
As for Alexander Mellon, who stood to the side, the calm, all-knowing smile on his face vanished without a trace.
His expression turned so dark it looked like a storm was about to break. Without a word, he stared intently at Li Wei's back as he held the shotgun.
"CLICK!"
