The man was, apparently, confident of his result. He did a rough mental calculation and reckoned that he had punctured about 30 balloons, which was better than his previous record!
There should be no problems this time!
As the staff tallied the points, he looked at where Yichen was. The kid was eyeing the toy panda on the display shelf with his hands on his rear. The board, which was initially filled with balloons, was now surprisingly barren; none remained hanging off the board.
This… What's going on?
Did he pop all the balloons?
How's that possible?
The two staff members added up the last of their points and stepped forward to announce the results to the crowd.
"We will now announce the results! This gentleman here popped 35 balloons for a score of 400 points!"
Upon hearing his result, the man's fist punched the air as he judged that victory was in the bag!
However, when his ears caught of the kid's result, his smile instantly fossilized!
"This child popped 108 balloons for a score of 1025 points!"
The entire area exploded into a thunderous roar.
This was unbelievable!
This was simply a miracle!
Meanwhile, several people in the crowd hurled slurs in the man's direction.
"He he! An adult has just lost to a child, yet he still thinks so highly of himself!"
"You didn't hear his boasting earlier. I was right behind him in the queue. He kept blowing his horn about serving in the army and even said that the number of guns he had used is more than the number of breasts he has touched! He he! What an ignorant army riff-raff!"
"A person like him used to serve in the army? If a child can even crush him utterly, then he's just an embarrassment to them! He he!"
The man, who was at his breaking point, suddenly pointed his finger at the staff and exclaimed in accusation, "That's cheating! This kid cheated! 108 balloons – who'd believe that? How's a child capable of accomplishing that?!"
The moment he said that, the crowd reacted in open ridicule at him for being unable to accept his defeat.
"We believe him!"
"We just saw everything. That child is simply better than you at the game!"
"Admit defeat! As an adult, not only are you inferior to him in skill, you are also a sore loser!"
"Popping the balloons with this gun isn't child's play; everything relies on experience and skill. A minute. Only a minute is given to do that. Loading the gun, taking aim, and firing a shot – all these already take up a second. I believe in that one minute, only 60 balloons can be popped at most!"
Yichen replied to him with indifference. "Don't compare me with a trash like you who could only pop 30 balloons."
The man immediately turned livid with rage from that humiliating comment spouted in a lukewarm tone by the boy. Thoroughly embarrassed, he demanded, "What did you say?!"
"I said you are a trash."
Yichen seemed unwilling to show him any respect. "Didn't you see me tweak the gun before we started the match?"
His point was that their guns had different optimal conditions.
The gun, which had been reassembled by Yichen, could fire five consecutive shots at one go, saving him a lot of time.
In his anger, only the man's facial muscles twitched.
"Come here, child!"
The staff handed him a 1.5-meter tall toy panda with a smile. His arms were suddenly full of it.
This toy panda was, true to its name, huge. Standing at 1.5 meters tall, it was soft to the touch and comfortable to hug. Holding it in his arms, Yichen was almost dwarfed by it.
Feeling truly satisfied, he then carried it away.
However, with both hands holding the toy panda, he was suddenly in a distress. He won this just because he wanted to gift it to that little boy – his younger brother!