Patrick Sullivan still looked bewildered right up until the competition began.
Especially when he turned around and saw July Quinn’s face, even more radiant than a delicate flower, he continued to question his existence.
Perhaps his gaze was too intense because July Quinn, who was stretching while holding a rifle, suddenly turned around.
Before, Sullivan had no idea that even top mercenaries had been recruited as July Quinn’s followers, but now that he knew, he felt uncertain about how to face her.
Yet July Quinn clearly wasn’t satisfied with such casual dismissal, furrowing her brows as she questioned him, "If it’s nothing, why have you been staring at me since earlier?"
"I just think, Great Master, your hair volume is impressive, especially with your long hair so smooth and flowing unlike mine." Patrick Sullivan sheepishly touched his own buzz cut.
"If you like it, I’ll give you a bottle of my special shampoo someday. I guarantee you’ll get the same flowing long hair in less than three months."
July Quinn casually flicked her hair, the strands reaching her waist gently swayed in the breeze like rippling blue water, striking directly at one’s heart.
Patrick Sullivan didn’t want the same hairstyle, but he didn’t dare refuse the Great Master’s goodwill, so he quickly expressed his thanks.
After the minor commotion, the outdoor shooting competition began.
With the focus effect from the previous two shooting matches, almost everyone turned their attention to July Quinn for this competition.
There was almost a full crowd at the sidelines, people who had specifically come to watch her compete, and some enthusiastic spectators even made banners to cheer her on, shouting slogans.
"Come on, July Quinn, you’re the best."
"July Quinn, another perfect score! Let other nations witness our strength!"
"July! July! Undefeatable!"
Amid the constant chanting, Wendy Tierney thought sarcastically: "July Quinn, enjoy it while you can. The higher you stand now, the harder you’ll fall when the drug test results come out."
She shot a cold glance at July Quinn before starting her match.
Maybe it’s because she knows July Quinn is a grasshopper after autumn, only hopping for a few moments, or maybe it’s because she’s in good spirits today.
Wendy Tierney’s performance was better than any time in training; she hit nineteen out of twenty clay targets. Her coach was so thrilled that he spun her around on the field afterward.
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Seeing that scene, Patrick Sullivan couldn’t help but mutter.
Indeed, July Quinn’s outdoor shooting competition this time was still a flawless perfect score.
But after July Quinn finished, she just hid under the shade of a tree and took a nap.
Not rejoicing in material achievements, nor grieving over personal misfortunes, this is the true stature that a great figure should possess.
Yes, Patrick Sullivan firmly believed that he must follow July Quinn’s example in the future.
In Sullivan’s dissatisfied muttering, Walter Wright also saw Wendy Tierney being spun around by her coach, a sight that made his eyes smart.
"Her performance is merely on par with Bianca White anyway; I really don’t understand what there is to get so excited about."
Indeed, Bianca White achieved a score today surpassing any previous training session.
Yet Bianca seemed quieter than usual.
But no one knows that Bianca’s composed demeanor is merely her anticipation for the upcoming drug test results.
Once it’s revealed that July Quinn used substances, not only will her splendid achievements be annulled, but her reputation will also plummet.