The moment when Hope Newton saw the annoying Newton family again, she almost rolled her eyes.

Seriously? No matter where she went, she somehow ran into these people.

“Boss, we got here first,” one of the young men complained.

The stall owner glanced between the two groups. Neither side looked easy to deal with.

The newcomers were well-dressed, clearly from money. The other side—the young man and his two companions—radiated power and intimidation.

Whoever played first, this was going to end badly for him.

Wait, what was he thinking? He wasn’t running a duel—just a balloon-shooting game! He only had two air guns and two balloon walls!

“Don’t argue, don’t...