You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 558

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The owner only felt a blackness in front of his eyes and a chill down his spine. Being exposed on the spot made him irritated and

angry.

"Ah. So your guns are tampered with! No wonder | shot eighty rounds and didn't even hit the board! | just wondered when my

shooting becso bad! You shameless!" The male colleague shouted from the side.

Other onlookers, who had spent money here, all began to shout at the stall owner, "Shameless! So it was you who did the trick!!"

"Give us our money back! Give us our money back!"

"Give us our money back!"

The shouting rose up gradually, and more and more people cand joined them.

The owner of the stall went so desperate and pointed at Joyce, "Don't listen to her nonsense, if | did anything to the guns, then how

did she hit the center?"

"Huh." Joyce handsomely put the air gun on the table, "because | weighed the gun, observed the angle at which the others shot

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off, and measured the shooting trajectory. Since | know the aims are off the correct position, | just need to calculate the angle, so |

can still hit the red center. What, any more questions?"

The crowd began shouting again.

"Money back, money back, money back!"

"Bitch, are you looking for trouble here deliberately?" The owner of the stall vented all his anger on Joyce. It was all her fault,

otherwise he could make a big profit and then leave this place and no one would ever know what he did.

He suddenly rushed forward and violently raised his hand and tried to slap Joyce.

"Ah—" Suddenly, he let out a violent scream, “It hurts! It hurts! My hand ... my hand is going to break."

The screams were sharp and piercing, resounded throughout the room.

It was Luther. His face was as gloomy as dark clouds. He stopped the stall owner immediately when he saw him raise his hand.

A vicious look crossed over his handsface and he suddenly increased his strength.

Just heard a "click".

Then Luther waved his hands off with a look of disgust.

The stall owner's wrist was directly dislocated. He was in severe pain and he almost cried, sweat on the forehead, and his legs

went weak and fell to his knees.

At the stime, the market supervision and management department also arrived in a hurry.

In fact, when the stall owner tried to deny everything, Luther had already called the market supervision and management

department. The R&S Group, which owned more than half of the shares in the seaside town, could not tolerate such unscrupulous

businessmen doing their business here and tarnishing the group's reputation.

The director of the market supervision and management department saw Luther and immediately said respectfully, "Mr. Warner,

I'm sorry. We'll take care of it right away."

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"Cancel his business qualification. Confiscate all his illegal proceeds, and a hefty fine, none the less. | will never allow such a scum

business to appear in my own territory." Luther's voice was cold.

"Yes, Mr. Warner," The director nodded as he turned to the staff behind him, "Immediately, dismantle this stall. Everything will be

confiscated, and the air guns will be taken back for inspection. Then we will report the case to higher authorities."

The owner of the stall sat down on the floor in despair, unable to speak.

It's over, it's all over.

"Wait." Luther himself walked up and took the polar bear off the shelf, and another black bear in a trench coat.

He gave the polar bear to Juanita because that's what Juanita wanted just now.

Juanita looked at Luther with gratitude, “Boss is really too thoughtful.”

Then, he handed Joyce the black bear.

"You hit thirty shots, and this is the prize you deserve."

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