Haman was stunned by this marksmanship, standing motionless on horseback.
Mo Qiong and Master Gou ambled over, each mounting a horse.
Mo Qiong said, "Your Highness, you don't need armor when riding. With us following you, you won't die even if you fall."
"..." Haman stared intensely at Mo Qiong, then suddenly laughed after a long moment.
"Excellent marksmanship! But aren't you afraid of shooting me dead?"
Mo Qiong smiled. With Absolute Hit, if Haman moved around recklessly, he really could be accidentally injured—for example, an arrow might pierce him before hitting its target.
Bullets, however, were different. They were too fast. By the time Haman heard the gunshot, the bullet had already finished its job and swept past him, taking his saddle and bridle with it.
Mo Qiong said, "At a distance of thirty meters, firing a handgun, our requirement is... an error of no more than one millimeter."
Hearing this, Haman was not angry but delighted. Not only was he unoffended, he was deeply pleased.
This is what a society member should be like. Even if they did not wield mysterious powers, converse mind-to-mind, or arrive by walking on air, they should at least possess something beyond ordinary people.
What had that earlier behavior been? Checking this and that, imposing one restriction after another, and saying the moment they met, "You'd better stay in the secret room and not go anywhere."
How were they any different from ordinary security personnel? Why should he hire them?
If Haman thought someone was incompetent, then even if they were acting for his safety, he would find Master Gou's precautions troublesome, nagging, and even discourteous.
Conversely, if a society member was extraordinary, then even if they offended him, he would not consider it discourteous.
Mo Qiong had displayed his marksmanship, finally making