Ye Luo had been making eye contact with Qin Shu when he noticed the boldness within as if she was telling him to observe and learn. He moved his gaze back to Qin Shu's hand with the gun.
Qin Shu withdrew her gaze and focused on the target in front of her. She pulled the trigger without wavering. The first shot had hit the rice ball, and it shattered into pieces, then the second, third, fourth, and fifth.
...
As the sound of the gunshot subsided after five shots, there was dead silence in the room. The spectators could not believe their eyes. As all five bullets had hit, they could only see the remaining white debris and dust.
Ye Luo had the same look of disbelief from before—was it all his imagination? How did Qin Shu hit all of them?
Witnessing Qin Shu's achievement, Ning Meng could not resist the urge to cheer, "You are amazing, Madam. You've hit all of them."
Ye Luo shifted his eyes to Qin Shu. "How did you do it?"
