"Ah!" There was a scream from Ahua in the hall. A blood rushed out of his hand. Another subconsciously grasped the injured hand. On it was a cold and shining dart. The sharp tip had pierced his palm through the back of his hand.

His pistol fell to the ground.

Everyone was shocked. Such a calm young man is not pretending to be a devil in everyone's eyes.

Hmm? Linda still throws darts? Chen Tianlin glanced at Linda in the crowd, the girl's face bored.

versatile! Chen Tianlin said in his heart.

Ah Hua lost his pistol and, in spite of the sharp pain in his hand, bent over to...