My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181: Master of Loopholes

"Give me two of those."

For a full minute, the area around the booth fell into a dead silence. Every eye was on Lucian, conflict and utter disbelief plain on their faces.

What in the world...?

When the attendant finally came to, he cleared his throat and smiled. "Sir, I think you’ve misunderstood something," he said. "You have three rounds."

Lucian tilted his head. "I know."

"Then why did you —"

"Every round is harder than the last," he explained. "Why wait for the harder rounds when you can finish them all as early as possible?"

Again, the entire area went still — eyes wide, faces twitching.

"Besides," Lucian tapped a finger on the rules plastered on the table beside the spent guns, "what’s written here says I need a total of thirty targets within the time limit of three rounds. And I did."

Everyone: "..."

Their mouths opened and closed, but no one could find a word to argue with him.

"He’s... he’s not wrong?" One of the guests who had wandered over to see what was happening stepped closer, studying the rules carefully. And he had to admit — Lucian had a point.

As for the members of Dominion, they stared at their boss with equal parts awe and disbelief.

"This is why he’s the big boss," one of the guards whispered, and those around him nodded. "He always knows where to find the loopholes."

As for Ashley and Primo, their eyes were shining brighter than the midday sun. They stood with their hands clasped together, mouths slightly parted, gazes fixed on Lucian.

"He’s amazing," Ashley murmured, and Primo nodded. "So... so cool."

Primo nodded again.

It was rare to see Lucian argue with anyone — rarer still to watch him back someone into a corner using nothing but their own fine print. He turned and pointed squarely at the teddy bear.

"Hand them over."

The moment the words left his lips, Primo and Ashley broke into applause. Lucian’s brows rose. He glanced at his wife and son, then gave them a quiet nod.

"So cool!" Ashley declared, and Primo raised a thumbs-up.

"Thank you," he replied, then turned back to the attendant. "My wife and son are waiting."

The attendant’s expression strained as he looked from Lucian’s composed face to his wife and child, who were still clapping. He gulped, glancing at the small crowd that had gathered — all of them watching to see whether he would try to wriggle out of it.

"Ah — could you please wait just a moment, sir?" the attendant asked. "I need to confirm whether this is permitted."

Lucian nodded graciously. "Get a new stuffed bear while you’re at it. A cleaner one."

"Ha..." The attendant could only nod before retreating into the booth and pulling his colleague aside to call the manager.

This had never happened before. Yes, the first round was easier, but with the time limit factored in, it was supposed to be impossible.

"Is he a hitman?" the colleague hissed, stealing a glance outside the booth at Lucian, who had rejoined his family. "How did he not miss a single shot?"

He shook his head and turned back. "Wait — is it really sixty?"

"Can’t you see the screen?" the first attendant pointed. "Sixty. Right there."

"But... how? Didn’t he waste a bullet at the start?"

That gave them both pause. They looked up at the display, retracing the sequence in their minds — and then their faces soured as they remembered: one of the pellets had struck two targets at once.

How had he done that? They had no idea.

[Impressive.]

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