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In the empty dance floor, the spotlight was focused on the two people on the dance floor. Barton looked at the blonde young lady opposite him and couldn't help but turn his head towards Liang Yue who was upstairs.

After he agreed to the young girl's request, the dance floor that was originally closed and waiting for the next dance once again opened up, and the two of them naturally arrived at the center of the dance floor. The surrounding guests also turned to look at them, wanting to see who had the courage to challenge the young girl.

Liang Yue pretended not to care as she looked down at the dance floor, causing her eyes to not meet Barton's. Although she felt a little apologetic towards Barton, he still wanted to watch this play, even if the other party was that woman.

"It's just a spar, don't mind it!" The girl at the edge of the dance floor took the two revolvers from a waiter and twirled them in her hands a few times. Then she bent over to lift up her long skirt and tied a knot around her thigh.

The waiter walked over with a wooden sword and handed it to Barton. He raised the wooden sword and waved it a few times, revealing a satisfied smile, the sword provided here seemed to be very good, the sword was inserted in front of him, he placed both his hands on the sword.

In a fight with a girl, a man would naturally show the feeling of a gentleman, letting the girl make the first move, and Barton was no exception. After entering the academy and learning for a period of time, he had a new understanding of his own strength.

"Young mistress, I will allow you three moves first!" Barton smiled apologetically and made a gesture of invitation.

"Alright!" The golden-haired girl did not say anything. It was not a good choice to decline at this moment. Instead, it would make it so that she did not feel that the other party was looking down on her. It was originally a sparring etiquette.

She took a deep breath, raised the revolver in her hand, and squinted one eye as if aiming at something. The bullet in the revolver was not a real bullet, of course, but a practice bullet.

However, she did not plan to shoot out the bullets. With a flick of her hand, the magazine on the revolver flew out. Her hand tilted slightly and six bullets fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

There were no bullets. The girl pulled the trigger and the only sound that came out was that of the magazine spinning. After three sounds, the girl smiled and said to Barton: "Alright, it's time to start!"

Barton also did not expect that his opponent would use such a form to return her three moves. He had a smile on his face. The opponent seemed very confident in his strength, but he would not go easy on her.

He took a deep breath, and his heart slowly calmed down. He was prepared to end this boring battle with a single sword strike, and then dance with her, and in the end, show off his skills to the chief for a good show, which would help vent his anger.

He stared at the blond girl. The girl was holding two revolver, but the revolver in her left hand was free of bullets. Furthermore, her unguarded stance was truly full of flaws.

"Hah!" Barton shouted. With strength in his legs, his body shot out like an arrow that had left the bow, bringing up a cloud of dust where he stood. He thought very well, he quickly rushed to the front of the opponent.

The wooden sword tore through the air, and with a whooshing sound, it stopped in midair, and then it set off a huge wave of Qi, blowing towards the outside of the dance floor. The wave was very large, and even though it felt like it could blow a person away, at the edge of the dance floor, it seemed like it had entered a calm lake.

A drop of sweat fell down from Barton's nose onto the smooth floor of the dance floor. At this time, his heart had tensed up like a tied balloon, the cold texture of the gun barrel came from his temple, and he could faintly smell the pigment on the tip of his nose. Barton swallowed his saliva, and looked at the girl beside him.

The girl had a faint smile on her face as she stood by Barton's side. She had a revolver pointed at his head while she was holding it against someone else's head. The surrounding guests shivered as they saw this scene. The scene was not unexpected.

The sound of the trigger slowly pulling could be heard, but Barton felt like he couldn't move right now, like a poisonous snake was staring at him from behind, and that poisonous snake had the eyes of an eagle, it felt like it was frozen.

"Bang!" Barton sheathed his sword as the trigger was pulled. He took a few steps back and bowed to the girl. Barton apologized for looking down on the girl.

"I've lost. I'm not qualified to dance with you." He lowered his head and said sincerely.

The girl untied the knot on her thigh and put down the skirt. She threw away the revolver in her hand and proudly patted Barton on the shoulder: "You have learnt quite a lot in school, continue working hard!"

Barton looked at the girl's face and was surprised that she knew about the school. He suddenly felt a familiar feeling and his expression changed. He took a few steps back in panic and stammered: "Miss Secretary, you..." Why are you here! "

"Of course I'm here for the ball." She was silent for a moment, then suddenly bent down and picked up the two wheels on the ground, waving at Barton, "Go back!"

Barton turned around and walked to the second floor in a flustered manner.

Liang Yue put down the cup with a subtle expression, preparing to return to his table.

"Bang!" With the sound of a gunshot, the smell of gunpowder filled the air. Everyone's eyes were focused on the girl on the dance floor, who was holding a gun that was emitting white smoke. They did not know why she would shoot at this time.

Liang Yue lowered her head to look at the pile of red paint in front of her. Walking to the edge of the fence, she calmly looked down at the girl and said, "What are you doing? Why did you suddenly shoot me?"

His voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet restaurant, he could clearly hear everything he said. The guests on the first floor raised their heads to look at the man who was leaning over from the outside, and then cries of alarm rang out nonstop.

Elizabeth put the gun in front of her and blew on it, then said, "Of course I want you to dance." Her innocent tone sounded as if she was really inviting the boy she liked to dance.

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