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    That left four people unpaired.


    Jeffry, nonchntly holding a cigarette, turned to Lydia and asked, “What about teaming up with me?”


    “Absolutely,” Lydia replied with enthusiasm. It was their first date, after all, and she was eager for the opportunity.


    This left Malcolm and Kason as the remaining pair.


    A moment of silence hung in the air as Malcolm hesitated, realizing he should have invited a few more people.


    Kason, casually leaning against the sofa, shot Malcolm a nce. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to team up with me?”


    Malcolm quickly stered on a smile. “It’s truly an honor to team up with you. Everyone knows your shooting skills are second to none. Looks like victory will be in the bag today.”


    Kason’s expression remained as still as a statue, and he simply turned his gaze away.


    Jeffry broke the silence, his voiceced with skepticism. “Malcolm, what do you mean by that? How can you be so sure your team wille out on top? Do you underestimate Mr. Spencer and me?”


    Malcolm merely raised an eyebrow, unshakeable in his confidence. Wesley and Jeffry might have sharp shooting skills, but they were both tethered to the women apanying them, which could easily be their Achilles’ heel,plicating their path to victory.


    Malcolm said, “With beauties by your side, can you really keep your aim steady?”


    Jeffry arched an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face as he turned to Wesley. “Mr. Spencer, it seems he’s underestimating you.”


    Wesley brushed him off with a nce, focusing instead on Elena. In a low voice, he asked, “Do you want to win?”


    “Absolutely,” Elena replied, her ambition shining bright. In a game like this, what was the point of ying if she couldn’t im victory? She might as well stay home and catch some Z’s.


    A glimmer of approval lit up Wesley’s eyes.


    Suddenly, Jeffry chimed in, “Mr. Spencer, keep an eye on my sister. If anything happens to her, you’ll have me to answer to.”


    Wesley remained unfazed, thinking Jeffry should shift his focus. “You should worry about yourself first. Don’t embarrass yourself in front of your teammate.”


    Jeffry clicked his tongue, casting a nce down at Lydia.


    Lydia blinked up at him, wide-eyed and innocent.


    Jeffry’s heart softened, and he asked, “Are you scared?”


    Lydia shook her head, her voice a soft whisper. “With you here, I’m not scared at all.”


    Among the group, only Elena had seen Lydia’s sharpshooting prowess, capable of hitting a target from ten meters away without breaking a sweat. As the most formidable female assassin of the Shadow and leader of Pantheon, fear was a foreign concept to Lydia.


    Elena raised an eyebrow but held her tongue, choosing not to expose Lydia’s secret.


    Malcolm, unable to hold back any longer, interjected, “Alright, enough chatter. The teams are set. Let’s get this show on the road.”


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