Chapter 439 - 439 You Lost_1

“What did you say?”

Zane Percival’s smile froze instantly on his face.

He turned around to look at the shooting range and cursed loudly, “Can a blind man even work here?”

His good mood was ruined, and Zane Percival really felt like hitting someone.

It’s clear that only the first shot hit the target; the other nine left no mark at all. How dare they claim a hundred points?

“Exactly! This must be some stooge Julius Reed hired. But even hiring a stooge should be done more professionally.”

“How could he be professional? He’s just a live-in son-in-law, doing dishes and cooking at the Radcliffe Family home. Where would he get the money to hire a high-end stooge? This one was probably dragged in from outside at the last minute and only paid three bucks!”

“They even found a blind one!”

The youths burst into raucous laughter, feeling extremely delighted.

“Julius Reed, this Gonzalez City shooting range is the biggest design center in the area with a full range of surveillance equipment. If you want to renege on a bet, at least find a plausible place to do it.”

Swaggering over to Julius Reed, Zane Percival said with an air of triumph, “Tell me, how do you plan to weasel out of this? I’m all ears.”

In his opinion, people like Julius Reed were rogues who never played by the rules.

Now that he had lost the match, he was sure to try to slink away.

How could he possibly surrender without a fight?

Moreover, before this, it was because he was unaware of his own superb marksmanship. Even though Itai Huntington had warned him, Julius Reed hadn’t believed it.

“Surround him! Don’t let him get away!”

With a wave of Zane Percival’s hand, the accompanying youths immediately closed in.

At this moment, Itai Huntington also looked troubled. If she defended Julius Reed, she’d be making enemies with everyone present.

And she would also gain a reputation for being untrustworthy.

“Younger Percival, can we just let it go and call it even? I’ll buy you a drink some other day! How does that sound?”

Julius Reed scratched his head and asked with a smile.

“Pah! Are you even a man? All the young masters of Gonzalez City are watching! What did you say when we made the bet? You agreed to abide by the outcome!”

Zane Percival glanced at Itai Huntington and spoke up, “Sister Huntington, you’re a witness to this. Julius Reed here is breaching the agreement. That’s clearly disrespecting you! I’ll stand up for you.”

“Then I really should thank you, Younger Percival.”

Itai Huntington smiled, but a hint of coldness flickered in her eyes.

This was clearly because he was worried she would defend Julius Reed, so he preemptively made his position clear.

How dare he play such tricks on her! He really had some nerve!

“So there’s no room for negotiation?”

Julius Reed asked with a hint of fear, and as he took a step back, someone immediately stepped out to block him.

“Brother Reed, where are you going?”

“You wouldn’t be thinking of going home to cook, would you?”

“Don’t rush, leave all your teeth behind first!”

The youths mocked coldly, each wearing a face eager for the spectacle.

Before, because they had gone to trouble Julius Reed, they had all been dealt with by Aric Smith.

Zane Percival had not been able to swallow that grievance until now.

What was most important was that they had been played for fools!

That damn Amos Davenport, that was Julius Reed!

The very Radcliffe Family’s good-for-nothing!

If it hadn’t been for Bran Cook tipping them off, they’d still be in the dark.

“Negotiation? You agreed to the bet, so face the consequences! If you’re a man, you should be able to accept your loss! Of course, if you are a eunuch…”

Zane Percival chuckled with a meaningful look in his eyes.

“Would you let me off the hook if I were a eunuch?”

Julius Reed asked, raising an eyebrow with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Haha!”

Bursts of laughter erupted from the crowd, as everyone looked at Julius Reed with disdain.

“Are you even a man at all!”

Zane Percival likewise doubled over in laughter, pointing at Julius Reed and saying, “Brother, you’re definitely finished today. Come on, I’ll personally take care of it!”

He rolled up his sleeves and walked up to Julius Reed, “Kneel down on the ground and bark like a dog!”

“Hurry up and bark like a dog!”

“Damn it! Can’t even be a dog? Aren’t you just a dog for the Radcliffe Family!”

“Isn’t that the truth, born to play the part!”

All sorts of humiliating vocabulary were thrown around, causing Itai Huntington’s face to darken.

She couldn’t believe that Julius Reed would really be mocked like this. Could a man capable of manipulating the upper echelons of Gonzalez City really be so easily defeated?

But the shooting scores were there for all to see, clearly nine shots off-target.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Itai Huntington, didn’t you say you’d support me? Could you help me with something?”

Julius Reed looked toward Itai Huntington.

“Of course!”

Itai Huntington said assertively.

Today, even if it meant offending everyone present, she had to protect Julius Reed!

It wasn’t about anything else; the rewards of befriending this man would definitely outweigh the costs!

And she felt that this man before her might just be the best candidate to help her accomplish that task!

“Sister Huntington, everyone here is a witness. You wouldn’t be thinking of…”

Zane Percival felt a rush of anxiety. If Itai Huntington firmly decided to protect Julius Reed, they really wouldn’t dare to lay a finger on him.

But what did the renowned widow have to do with this man who lived off women?

Could it be…

“I’d like to trouble you to help me with two things now. The first is to supervise the enforcement of the wager, and the second is to help me verify the shooting scores,” Julius Reed said calmly.

At that moment, all fear and insecurity disappeared from him, replaced by an air of indifference.

“Kid, you’ve got guts!”

Hearing this, Zane Percival finally felt relieved.

Having Itai Huntington supervise the wager meant she had to be fair and couldn’t play favorites anymore.

But what was this nonsense about verifying scores?

Even Itai Huntington did not understand, but still, she followed Julius Reed’s request and gestured toward the scorekeepers and surveillance area, “Verify the scores for me! Make sure they’re accurate!”

Only the bullseye.

Was there still a need for verification?

But since Julius Reed had already said he would fulfill the wager, Zane Percival wasn’t in a hurry.

He pulled out his phone, ready to record a video of himself beating Julius Reed to send to Bran Cook for his enjoyment.

And Bran Cook, on the other end of the line, was also waiting, glued to his phone, wanting to witness the moment!

In the capital, he was an up-and-comer.

In Gonzalez City, he was the darling of the stars.

But in front of Julius Reed, he was nothing but trash!

Defeated time and again, without the slightest chance of winning!

Bran Cook, always proud and arrogant, now experienced a deep sense of defeat!

He was filled with hatred!

Inside the shooting range, after verification by the staff, the person holding the final results approached Itai Huntington, accompanied by the range manager.

“Miss Huntington, after several verifications, we believe these results are accurate. Although this situation is incredibly rare, even unprecedented since the establishment of the range, it is indeed true. We offer the video to eliminate any doubts you may have,” the manager said, then handed the results to Itai Huntington.

“Exactly, managing to miss the target nine times in a row, we’ve never seen the likes of that in this range before!”

“Never touched a gun before, daring to compete with our Sharpshooter, Younger Percival Tristan Davenport. He must be drunk on fake liquor!”

After the crowd’s laughter subsided, Zane Percival approached Itai Huntington, “Sister Huntington, may I proceed now?”

But after seeing the results, a look of shock crossed Itai Huntington’s eyes, and she looked up and said, “Younger Percival, you lost.”