Himeko, who had no idea how many cans of beer she had drunk, hugged Kiana as well, happily rubbing her ample chest against Kiana's face.
Amid laughter and chatter, the group arrived at a shooting-game stall. Before the game began, Bronya did not forget to sneer:
"Idiot Kiana, you only have one eye left. Can you still aim properly?"
"Even with only one eye, Bronya still won't beat me!"
Just as the two were squaring off, the stall owner hurried over and asked nervously:
"Could I ask what that master over there does for a living?"
"That master?"
Following the direction the owner was pointing, Bronya asked:
"Do you mean Ye Ming? What happened to him?"
"He... he... seems a little off..."
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What Would You Write on Your Epitaph? (Bonus Chapter)
"He... he... seems a little off..."
The chubby owner wiped his sweat with a handkerchief as he said:
"The first thing that guy did after picking up the air rifle was check for a safety that doesn't even exist."
"After firing the BBs, he instinctively reached for a magazine pouch that wasn't on his belt."
"The scariest part was... after loading it, he smoothly worked the bolt with one hand..."
The owner's face turned pale.
"What is he here for? I've been out of prison for a long time, and I haven't committed any more crimes. Please don't mess with me."
"I don't really understand what you mean."
Kiana looked utterly confused, while the owner explained:
"Isn't it obvious? That guy... has used the real thing before! And he knows what he's doing!"
"Boss! I've got enough points! Hurry up and bring out the prize!"
At that moment, Ye Ming, having had his fill of fun, walked over and pointed at the balloons he