The Demon's Trap

The stall owner said hurriedly, "It's normal for girls to miss a lot. Let your boyfriend shoot instead; who knows if he'll hit enough to win something the next round. It's actually not as hard as you think. Maybe the gun has a problem; I'll change it for you."

He tried to take away the gun as he said, intending to switch it out for a gun with a better aim.

"There's no need to," Yin Shaojie said. He took out another large bill from his wallet and gave it to the owner. "There's no need to change the gun. Just refilling the bullets will do."

The stall owner was in a dilemma. "Are you sure? Your aim may improve if the gun is switched. The problem may lie with the feel of the gun sometimes."

"Yeah, it's okay. There's no need." Yin Shaojie looked nonchalant.

Unable to argue back, the stall owner could only refill his bullets.

Yin Shaojie took up the gun and extended his arm. His dark eyes looked ahead as though he was trying to find his aim.