"Beep—Beep—Beep—"
Dallion Collins blew his whistle.
The shrill and harsh sound instantly suppressed all the heated discussions below.
The Shooting Range returned to quiet once more.
Especially the group of students, who, under the authority of Dallion Collins, all promptly shut their mouths.
"The losers stay, the winners can leave."
Without elaborating further or evaluating Flossie Wright's performance, Dallion Collins said casually.
These two sentences, like a splash of cold water, extinguished their enthusiasm completely.
Ah?
Is that all?
They hadn't even fully enjoyed this thrilling show!
"What, none of you want to leave?"
Raising his eyebrows slightly, Dallion Collins looked around with a somewhat threatening gaze at all the students.
Immediately, those who won made their move.
Faced with the choice between a dampened spirit and enforced punishment, they all had brains and naturally chose the former.
