You Hit My Heart
Chapter 558

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

"Ah. So your guns are tampered with! No wonder I shot eighty roundsand didn't even hit the board! I just wondered when my shootingbecame so bad! You shameless!" The male colleague shouted from theside.

Other onlookers, who had spent money here, all began to shout at thestall 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 came andjoined them.

The owner of the stall went so desperate and pointed at Joyce, "Don'tlisten to her nonsense, if I did anything to the guns, then how did shehit the center?"

"Huh." Joyce handsomely put the air gun on the table, "because Iweighed the gun, observed the angle at which the others shot off, andmeasured the shooting trajectory. Since I know the aims are off thecorrect position, I just need to calculate the angle, so I can still hit thered 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 thestall vented all his anger on Joyce. It was all her fault, otherwise hecould make a big profit and then leave this place and no one wouldever know what he did.

He suddenly rushed forward and violently raised his hand and tried toslap 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 thestall owner immediately when he saw him raise his hand.

A vicious look crossed over his handsome face and he suddenlyincreased 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 painand he almost cried, sweat on the forehead, and his legs went weakand fell to his knees.

At the same time, the market supervision and management departmentalso arrived in a hurry.

In fact, when the stall owner tried to deny everything, Luther hadalready called the market supervision and management department.The R&S Group, which owned more than half of the shares in theseaside town, could not tolerate such unscrupulous businessmen doingtheir business here and tarnishing the group's reputation.

The director of the market supervision and management departmentsaw Luther and immediately said respectfully, "Mr. Warner, I'm sorry.We'll take care of it right away."

"Cancel his business qualification. Confiscate all his illegal proceeds,and a hefty fine, none the less. I will never allow such a scum businessto appear in my own territory." Luther's voice was cold.

"Yes, Mr. Warner," The director nodded as he turned to the staff behindhim, “Immediately, dismantle this stall. Everything will be confiscated,and the air guns will be taken back for inspection. Then we will reportthe 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 wantedjust 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."