Chapter 1152
“Haha, I’m really looking forward to this match! But it seems like we still have to wait a bit before it
starts!” A deep, heartyugh sounded from behind, it was Robin, who came over with a smile.
Chloe shed a nce, nodded at Robin, and greeted him quietly
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Robin smirked at her, nodded, and then said, “Presley is at the shooting range right now. He heard
you guys were here and wanted you to join him, check out your shooting skills.”
“Hey, perfect timing, gramps. Nathan sped his hands together in pure relief.
Chloe nodded, “Since Gramps is here, we definitely have to go say hi first”
“Exactly! You hit the nail right on the head!” Nathan raised his hands in agreement.
Just as Chloe was preparing to leave, Wendy suddenly stepped forward to block her way “Aren’t
youpeting anymore?”
Chloe looked at her fierce expression, as if she was afraid Chloe would back out, and smiled faintly,
I willpete. Just not now.”
With that, she lifted the whip in her hand, pushed the hand blocking her to the side, and headed
toward Damon.
Wendy gritted her teeth, feeling humiliated by Chloe’s dismissive push. She wanted to tear up that
face that was neither humble nor arrogant, but incredibly smug.
This shooting range was divided into indoor and outdoor areas.
Presley had chosen an outdoor shooting range with a clear view of the “Safety First, Live Ammo”
warning sign.
In the vast open–air shooting range, there were only them.
A group of bodyguards in ck stood around. In the viewing area next to the shooting position,
Presley sat on a chair with a serious expression. Standing next to him were Royce and Elizabeth.
When they saw the group approaching, Elizabeth wanted to greet them, but seeing a few strangers
in the mix, she put on a poised face and yed her role as thedy of the Harper family.
“Dad, Damon and Nathan are here.” Robin said with a natural smile.
Presley looked up at the people in front of him, nodded, but kept a serious face.
The Harper family started out in the arms business, and although it had now been legitimized, the
gangster nature was deep–rooted in their bones and could never bepletely washed away.
Which descendant of the Harper family hasn’t handled firearms?
Presley has always valued their capabilities in this respect. The Harper family has been around for
a hundred years. Without some real skills, how could they survive in the Harper family?
“Go ahead and give it a shot, let me see if you’ve regressed.”
Elizabeth tugged at Royce’s sleeve, her eyes filled with anticipation. “Honey, you should go too…”
Royce patted her head helplessly, “Are you sure you want me to put pressure on the kids?”
Having seen Royce’s shooting skills, Elizabeth immediately shook her head at his words, “You
better not!”
Damon and Nathan both stood at their designated positions, and Stanley somehow also ended up
on the shooting tform. Three target positions, two guns ced on the table beside them. One
was a pistol, the other a rifle. The pistol targeted were closer. All three picked up a pistol.
They seemed rxed, casually propping their arms, and three gunshots rang out in session.
Target position one, Nathan, all three shots hit the bullseye.
Target position two, Damon, also three shots straight to the bullseye.
Target position three, Stanley, likewise three shots dead in the center.
Stanley nced at Damon’s target and gave a light snort.
Chloe stood by, looking at Damon’s back, and couldn’t help but smile. She knew Damon was
skillful, but initially, she was still nervous for him.
The result now was undoubtedly the best.
Her man was truly outstanding. Always surprising her no matter when and where.
At this moment, Chloe’s heart was filled with Damon, the other two impressive men naturally
overlooked by her.
Presley nodded in satisfaction at the side, but his gaze lingered a few seconds longer on Stanley.
Next was the rifle, a Type 64, and the three men shot in session again. The oue was the
same as before, all shots hit the bullseye.
Robin pped his hands with augh from the side, “Not bad, really not bad.”
Stanley threw the gun in his hand onto the table, ring at Damon who casually put down his gun
with a self–satisfied look.
Presley’s face didn’t show any delight either. He red angrily at Stanley, filled with disbelief. This
stranger could challenge the Harper family’s
descendants to a draw!
“Again, disassemble all the guns and assemble them for shooting!” he said.
If their shooting skills were equal, then it was time topare speed. He didn’t believe his Harper
farnily descendants would be slower than this youngster.
Chloe was starting to feel a headache at the side of her head; clearly, Presley wanted topete
with Stanley.
Stanley’s gun disassembly and assembly skills were not an issue, she also believed Damon
wouldn’t have a problem, but if it was timed, there would inevitably be a winner and a loser.
Regardless of who lost, it would bring trouble. She took a deep breath, feeling incredibly tired
thinking about the possible situations they had to face afterwards.
Damon nced at her, remained silent for a moment, and then left his position.
Presley stared at him, “Where are you going?”
Damon replied indifferently, “I’m notpeting anymore.”
“What did you say?!” Presley was fuming.
Chloe also looked at him in astonishment. She thought all men had apetitive spirit, and having
drawn in every round, there must’ve been dissatisfaction in their hearts. She didn’t expect him to
give up so easily.
In the face of Presley’s rage, Damon pointed at Stanley, “He annoys me.”
Stanley blinked and pointed at himself following Damon’s finger. “Do I annoy you… oh my…”
He was just about to grab the pistol on the table when he heard Chloe’s soft warning. “Stanley…”
Stanley’s hand touched the pistol as if he had just touched a hot potato, and he immediately
withdrew it. Then he felt particrly wronged and looked at Chloe, “He said I’m annoying!”
Chloe took a deep breath, “You’re not.”
Damon’s gaze swept over coldly.
Chloe immediately shut her lips.
With Damon withdrawing from the match, Stanley naturally stood up from his position, feeling all
wronged and deted.
“You’re Stanley?” Presley’s expression was full of confusion, and his voice suddenly rose at the
end.
Stanley nced at him, “Got a problem?!”
This little guy doesn’t know how to respect his elders, huh?
“Is your grandpa Rodolfo?!”
Looking at Presley, who seemed ready to whack him with a cane as soon as he admitted, Stanley’s
face scrunched up. “And what if he is? Did he steal your wife or something?”