Chapter 495 The Game Started

Kennedy laughed and said, "Seems like none of you are taking me seriously these days. Makes me wonder if my shooting skills are starting to fade."

Spencer quickly praised him, "How could that be?! You're still the best of us, We're no match for you."

"Alright."

Kennedy rose to his feet and motioned towards the shooting range. "Let me outline the rules. We've got ten stationary targets and ten moving ones. Each target is scored according to its rings, tallying up to a total of 200. The

highest scorer takes the win." Everyone understood the rules and nodded.

"You'll find both pistols and rifles in the club. Pick your weapon."

Amabel suggested again, "To keep things fair, shouldn't we all use the same type of weapon? Otherwise, if every type of gun varied in power, the meaningfulness of the competition results would be lessened."

Susanna secretly rolled her eyes. She just realized Amabel was full of suggestions, almost as if she expected everyone to obey her.

"Well, you make a good point. I'll pick for us then."

Kennedy walked over to the weapons area and selected a Colt pistol.

"This pistol is suitable for both men and women. Alright, who wants to go first?"

The black pistol was compact and light.

Norah didn't compete for the chance but observed what was happening. She looked over at the enthusiastic Amabel.

Since the moment Amabel laid eyes on Sean, she was bursting with excitement, itching to impress him. She even sneakily shot a few jealous

glances at Norah Realizing that Amabel's behavior might arise from unreciprocated feelings towards Sean, Norah felt less bothered.

Under his sister's insistent gaze, Spencer stepped up. "I'll go first."

The targets were set fifteen meters away. Spencer put on his goggles and

noise-canceling earmuffs, took his stance, adjusted his posture, and aimed the pistol with one hand.

Gunshots echoed through the indoor shooting range, and soon, ten shots had been fired.

Kennedy asked someone to tally the scores. "67 points. Spencer, you need more practice on your shooting skills."

"Oh, yes."

Perhaps being the first to shoot made Spencer nervous, which could explain his score. Usually, he was capable of hitting a bullseye now and then.

Anabel shook her head. She had expected Spencer to get better at shooting after so many visits to the club. But what was this performance? She believed she might be a better shot than him.

"And who's next?"

Kennedy indicated himself. "I'll go last, is that alright?" Everyone agreed, "No problem.”

With no one else stepping up, Phillip went next and got 86 points. "Sean, your assistant is pretty good."

Phillip humbly replied, "I learned from the best."

Kennedy reflected for a moment. Sean had been following him since he was

a young boy. Whenever Sean came for lessons, his little assistant would

quietly observe and learn by his side.

"I didn't realize I had missed such a great shooting talent. Well done."

Next up was Sean, and to everyone's anticipation, he got 93 points, including

three bullseyes. "Outstanding!"

When Kennedy heard Sean's score, he patted him on the shoulder with joy. "I always knew you were the best student!"

Sean was naturally gifted in shooting. Of all the youngsters Kennedy had mentored, Sean was the only one he considered a true talent.

Amabel was thrilled. The man she admired was proving his excellence! When Kennedy complimented Sean, she felt as though he was complimenting her too.