The result is self-evident.

Graves easily received a complete victory record of thirty bottles through his superb marksmanship and his continuous shotgun that did not require loading.

Luffy, completely defeated.

Hearing the crisp sound of the last bottle being smashed, he watched Graves stand there and ease with the smoke from his big muzzle.

Everyone's expressions were extremely difficult to see.

"You..." A Luffy's subordinate pointed excitedly at Graves to say something.

"What's wrong with me?" Graves casually took off his blindfold and looked at the guy with a smile.

"You cheat, your gun can be fired continuously, which is unfair." The guy said his thoughts angrily, angrily, regardless of Luffy's wink at him.

It can be seen that he is a bad temper.

"I said that you choose the gun yourself. You guys want to choose that gun. Is it my fault?" Graves frowned at the guy with a blushing and angry face,

"Also, I don't like others pointing at me, no matter what I use."

"You..." The guy was choked and couldn't even say a word, and finally he could only put down his fingers hatefully and turn his face.

"Sorry, it was my brother who was impulsive. I admit that I was ignorant and didn't know that there was such a magic gun. I will help you to pay attention to Drizzt's whereabouts." Luffy is the boss after all,

No more said anything, and decided to admit defeat.

This has improved Chen Senran's rating for this guy a little because he is calm enough and smart enough to know that the future is long.

Perhaps, in the future...

"Very good. Is there anyone who wants to compete? I'm looking forward to it." Graves continued to challenge everyone, but he needed more people to serve him.

"I'll do it." Although I've witnessed the fact that Luffy's defeat was a crushing defeat, someone still wanted to give it a try. After all, the cost was not too high, and it was not impossible to use Graves' gun.

"I want your gun." The second challenger indeed made this request.

"No problem." Graves agreed readily.

He even enthusiastically taught the challenger how to use his gun.

"Okay, start." The guy who had passed the Gravest training signaled the waiter to put on a blindfold for him with confidence.

"Dingling." The first bottle rolled out.

That guy was so slutty that he didn't shoot. He was standing there like Graves, waiting for the second and third ones as if listening.

It seems that he also wants to make a three-stop call.

"Ding--" The second bottle continued to roll.

He still didn't move.

Everyone didn't urge them. Wait for the third one.

The third one.

When the third bottle rolled out, everyone opened their eyes wide and prepared to witness the three consecutive shots again.

but……

The guy still didn't move, he still looked like he was listening.

This guy...

"Hey, the first bottle is coming to an end." A man couldn't help but speak out to remind him.

"Oh...oh." At this time, the guy shot at the end as if he had woken up from a dream.

result……

Missed.

"Bang--"

"Bang--"

He fired two more shots in succession.

Still failed.

Allow the three bottles to roll over.

Everyone finally understood this. This guy was really listening to the voice and defending his position, not pretending to behave.

He is true, he can't judge...

In the end, this guy perfectly gave Luffy the bottom with a score of thirty zeros.

"Okay, is there anyone else going to try it?" Graves easily won the victory with his thirty and challenged everyone again.

"Me." A guy with a gloomy face was unwilling to fall behind.

As a result, his score was better than the previous one, and he won at least ten.

But it is still not inferior to Graves' invincible thirty.

After that, some people still didn't give up and challenged.

After the bad news that about twenty people were defeated and the highest score was no more than twenty, no one came forward.

Everyone fell silent.

"Is there anyone else?" Graves stroked his big gun, smiling as if he was a king, looking down at all his defeated men.

Still no one spoke.

"Okay. It's so regrettable." Graves sighed.

Almost done.

"A last question." Graves was carrying a gun and wanted to sit back and drink.

"besides……"

"I." Chen Senran finally spoke.

"Good thing, kill him." Hearing Chen Senran speak, many dud-faced guys burned again, because they clearly remembered that Chen Senran won the first-fourth one-to-one not long ago.

The fight is great, maybe the shooting skills are accurate.

"Wow, boy, don't think you just sat on the same table with me and I'll let you." Graves scratched his head and casually pushed his big gun at Chen Senran

Throw it over, "Next, do you want me to teach you how to use it?"

"No." Chen Senran took the shotgun with surging energy very lightly. He stroked the gun. When he held the gun handle, a wave of like a source came from his body.

The instinctive sense of intimacy from the deepest part of life.

He felt that he must have been a very powerful gunman in the past.

"Are you ready?" The waiter stood beside him with his blindfold.

Chen Senran nodded and said that he was blind.

"It's about to start." Anduin reminded.

"Wait a minute." Chen Senran suddenly interrupted.

"Why, are you scared?" Graves held his arms and looked at the thin guy who seemed to be very concerned, and smiled contemptuously, "If you are afraid, go home and find your mother."

"I mean, the original rule is too simple. I'm afraid I won't be able to decide the winner." Chen Senran was not angry. He smiled and said, "I have a suggestion."

"Oh?" Graves narrowed his eyes. He suddenly felt that maybe this guy was still a little capable.

"The number of bottles increased to one hundred, and three people rolled at the same time. They can choose the number, speed, and are completely disordered." Chen Senran smiled and said the proposal, "How is it?"

"It's interesting." Graves pursed his lips, and he had to admit that he felt a little pressure.

Such a gameplay...

"Then come." It's so exciting.

The new rules were quickly adjusted.

Chen Senran stood in the game position.

"Preparation." Or reminded by Anduin.

Chen Senran subconsciously clenched the handle of the gun.

This feeling of flesh and blood...

I'm...

"start!!!"

"Dingling--" The first bottle was instantly pulled out.

What is accompanied by continuous-

"jingle--"

"jingle--"
To be continued...