It's actually three tens!
The originally noisy hall fell silent the moment the burly man fired his shots.
The playboys from the worlds of business and politics who had tried their hand at shooting, upon seeing the unsurpassable score achieved by the burly man, each wore an expression of awkward embarrassment. After all, their second-rate shooting skills had been reduced to mere backdrops in front of this man!
"Sir Turner, happy birthday to Miss Turner. I am Jeremiah, I used to be in the military and am skilled in shooting."
Having put down the simulated pistol, the burly man stood proudly yet courteously greeting Sir Turner and Fiona Turner. Despite his robust build, he spoke like a gentleman, which brought an excited smile to the face of Sir Turner, who nodded repeatedly, seemingly very pleased with this young man named Jeremiah.