Brendan turned his head to look at Deirdre. She was momentarily stunned when she felt Brendan's earnest and burning gaze. She then heard his confident voice saying, "Deirdre, do you want to take a bet?"

"Bet?" Deirdre was puzzled. "What are you betting on?"

"If I miss even 1 of the 30 rounds this time, I will stop playing this game. If I succeed… you must agree to one condition."

Deirdre was stunned. At this juncture, he was still thinking of betting with her. But it would be better to only lose once than lose money endlessly. She would rather end it sooner since Brendan couldn't hit everything accurately anyway.

"Fine."

Upon receiving this answer, Brendan smiled and readjusted his gun-holding posture. He prepared himself and then pulled the trigger.

This time, it was the sound of a balloon exploding.

"Uncle, you're amazing!" Aurora jumped up and down and cheered.

The stall owner was taken aback and praised while grinning ear to ear, "Amazing! It's a good sign that you hit your