"Young master, stop playing; if you break something, you really won't be able to leave this place."
The housekeeper's anxious voice came from the courtyard, while the young master in question was squinting his eyes, pulling back the slingshot, and taking aim at the ear of the Thinker statue not far away.
"Hey! Housekeeper, stop your nagging, or I won't let you come with me!" Little Chris threatened with an old man's gruffness.
The poor housekeeper, terrified, zipped his mouth shut and watched with cold sweat as his young master wreaked havoc.
Whoosh—a direct hit!
But...
"Ah!"
Giselle, suddenly struck on the arm, cried out with a sharp voice, clutching her reddened arm and leaning toward the man beside her, "Brother Ryan, it hurts!"
Kevin Cliff saw the bullet that had fallen at his feet, pushed her away indifferently, and scanned his surroundings, "Come out!"
