Her father was speechless.

This is true, Phoebe was not only the first child to complete the task, she was also the fastest, the youngest, and the one who showed no emotional reaction from beginning to end.

Ten minutes later, another child who had completed the task appeared - Daniel.

But unfortunately, after Daniel finished shooting, Daniel's servant ran away crying and crawling. Daniel stayed where he was, his hand hanging down with the gun trembling all the time. He lowered his head, and it was obvious that he was very emotional.

So her father spoke coldly and dissatisfiedly: "Although Daniel is a boy, he is not as good as you. His reaction to shooting at someone close to him is too severe."

Phoebe shrugged noncommittally, and turned around to inadvertently make eye contact with her mother who was being helped down from the field.

Her mother's legs were weakened with fear. When she saw her looking over, she playfully blinked her eyes, gave a thumbs-up, and mouthed: "Amazing!"

Phoebe raised the corner of her lip very slightly.

After the training, everyone dispersed. Phoebe was one of the few children who was still in the mood to go to the bathroom at the shooting range. As soon as she came out of the bathroom, she heard a faint cry. Phoebe turned around and saw Daniel lying on the shower with red eyes and biting his lower lip.

The two looked at each other silently. The understanding they had developed from competing against each other for many years allowed them to almost instantly understand what the other was going to do.

Daniel turned his head away quickly, and said in a very vicious tone: "I'm warning you, Hinchmani Phoebe, you'd better not come to see me making fun of you at this time. I'm in a bad mood now and I will kill you."

But because there was a certain cry in his voice, the threat seemed weak.

Phoebe leaned against the wall with her arms crossed and said calmly, "You don't even have the courage to shoot a servant, how can you have the courage to shoot me?"

Daniel stared at her with an almost bloody look, his tone self-deprecating and sarcastic: "Of course I'm not like you, having the courage to shoot my own mother. You are exactly like your father."

Phoebe looked at Daniel, whose eyes were still filled with tears, thought for a moment, and said seriously, "I don't have the courage to point the gun at her."

Daniel let out a "Huh?!" and stared at Phoebe, who didn't seem to be lying, in a weird and subtle way: "You just shot your mother ten times."

"All I have is the ability to never hit her." Phoebe shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm not as incompetent and weak as you. It's just a ten-meter target. I still have this confidence."

Daniel: “…”

This guy really deserves a beating.

But even though Phoebe owed him so much, Daniel couldn't say a word in rebuttal - this guy is really a genius in this regard.

In the items tested by her father, she was almost always the first by a large margin. Sometimes Daniel felt that the person he was competing with was not a human, but a machine specially created to rule the Sinchmani family.

"So?" Daniel retorted unhappily, "You come to me and say these things just to show off your qualities as an excellent heir?"

“No.” Phoebe’s tone and expression suddenly turned cold. She moved closer to Daniel. The similar face gave Daniel an unimaginable sense of oppression. He took a step back. Phoebe’s green eyes, which were darker than his, stared at him. “I tell you these words because I hope you’d better run faster to catch up with me.”

"Being the only heir will put all my father's attention on me, which is not a good thing for me and my mother."

"Here's a family suggestion for you - give up your childish weakness, Daniel. When you have the ability to shoot without killing the people you care about, you won't hide here crying like a puppy that was kicked by its owner."

After saying this, Phoebe instantly regained her indifferent expression. She naturally pushed Daniel away, washed her hands, waved, turned around and left: "By the way, I hate it when people say I look like my father. If you say that again, I will beat you up."

Daniel stood there in a daze for a moment before slowly raising his head. Then he collapsed in an instant: "Hinchmani Phoebe!!"

"This is the men's restroom!!!"

The days passed smoothly amidst various open and covert struggles, until Daniel was sixteen and Phoebe was thirteen, when they were officially put on the stage of the Hinchmani family for their final competition.

The theme of the competition is "Western Cowboys". They have to walk ten steps back to back like two cowboys, then turn around, draw their guns and face each other. If they hit the blood bags tied to the four joints of the opponent's hands and feet, as well as the neck and abdomen, they will win.

But they used real guns.

So this competition has two results. The first is that one of them breaks the health pack accurately, but fails to kill the opponent.

The other is that one of them kills the other directly.

Her father sat leisurely on the viewing platform and explained to Phoebe: "If one of you kills the other, it means that you have a grudge against the other and that the other cannot be used by you. I don't like to see a painful power struggle after taking the throne, so it is best to let the strong resolve their own worries before taking the throne."

In short, if one of the parties has doubts about the other, he will kill the other party directly in this game and sit firmly on the top seat of the heir from then on.

"But if the strong one is kind-hearted and cherishes and uses the other party, and controls his gun, not only is he not killed by the other party, but he accurately disperses the six blood bags on the other party's body - this is enough to prove that the victorious party has the ability to control the other party, so he can naturally stay and be used by you."

Her father looked at Phoebe and smiled lovingly: "But there is only one heir who has ever walked down from this stage in the Hinchmani family. Phoebe, do you understand what I mean?"

"Daniel is not a suitable brother for you."

Phoebe just remained silent and didn't answer. It wasn't that she didn't want to answer, but she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. An hour before the game started, she got up and went to the bathroom.

A sharp pain like a tearing wound kept coming from her abdomen. She was the only one in the bathroom. She lay on the toilet, gasping for breath, her fists clenched, and cold sweat seeped down her pale face.

This constant dull pain was just like the pain from an unhealed wound after being punched hard in the abdomen. She had never felt so weak before.

What happened to her?

Soon, after seeing the blood on her pants, she reacted - she must have had some kind of physiological reaction, as her mother had always reminded her to bring her things with her.

There were no such things as sanitary napkins in the bathroom of the Hinchimani family, so from the time she turned twelve, her mother would put them inside her clothes. However, there were all kinds of clothes in the bathroom of the Hinchimani family that could be changed at any time - after all, all kinds of inappropriate scenes for children often happened here.

Phoebe changed her clothes quickly, staring at the countdown on her watch, and sat on the toilet, leaning back, closing her eyes and adjusting her breathing, allowing herself to adapt to the strange pain in her abdomen.

"Hey." Daniel's voice came hesitantly, "The game is about to start, what are you doing?"

Phoebe opened her eyes and saw Daniel standing outside the ladies' room. He looked at Phoebe suspiciously, who looked unhappy. "Are you hurt?!"

"No," Phoebe said flatly. After a while, she said, "Well, it's equivalent to being injured. After all, it's bleeding."

Daniel hesitated for a long time: "So you are..."

Is that what he was thinking?

Phoebe looked at him coldly: "My uterus is bleeding, the endometrium is peeling off, I am adapting to this feeling, if there is nothing else, you can get out."

Daniel: “…”

Would this person die if he spoke more tactfully?

Daniel wanted to ask if it would affect the competition, but looking at Phoebe's rapid breathing and pale face covered with cold sweat, he graciously withdrew his question - well, judging from the situation, the little devil was indeed greatly affected.

"So will the game be postponed?" Daniel asked politely.

"No need." Phoebe raised her eyes, her expression still calm and arrogant, "I still win, but you may bleed a little. Don't worry, it won't be much more than mine."

Daniel: “…”

"Father won't agree to a postponement." Phoebe said calmly, "Let's go."

"Wait." Daniel paused, looked at Phoebe, turned his head away, took out a box of painkillers and handed it to her, his voice was very vague, "Do you want to... take a few pills before going up?"

Because he was often abused by Phoebe, he got into the habit of taking two painkillers before going on stage.

Phoebe looked at Daniel with a strange expression: "Why are you helping me?"

"I'm not helping you." Daniel's expression was equally indifferent, "I'm just giving you a family suggestion. It's up to you whether you want to eat it or not."

After that, Daniel threw down the painkillers and was about to turn around and leave when Phoebe called him and said in a subtle tone, "You are thanking me for not listening to your father and robbing the things your mother left for you all these years, and for forcing you to grow up and chase me, right?"

Daniel paused and walked away.

"I've suffered a great loss." Phoebe said to herself. She simply broke open the painkillers and swallowed two of them. Her complexion soon returned to normal.

"The competition officially begins."

Daniel and Phoebe stood back to back on the platform. They took a quick step forward in unison, pointing their guns straight at the sky, their green eyes fixed intently on the guns in front of them.

"Ten, nine... three, two, one."

"Duel!"

Phoebe took a deep breath, turned sideways, dodged the first shot from above, and then quickly rolled closer to Daniel who was ten steps away. With a fierce look in her eyes, she loaded her gun and pulled the trigger:

"Bang--!"

“Bang, bang, bang, bang!”

Almost in the blink of an eye, Daniel fell to the ground. Phoebe's face was pale as she pointed the gun at Daniel, who was bleeding near his neck. Her breathing was a little heavy.

Daniel opened his eyes.

Phoebe withdrew her gaze expressionlessly. She turned around and walked down the stage without looking back. She stumbled a little when she went down the stairs, but quickly stood up.

All six blood bags on Daniel's body were precisely broken, and only his leg was scratched and bled a little - just as Phoebe had said before.

Looking at Phoebe's calm profile as she talked to her father who was full of admiration, Daniel's eyes flickered.

——This guy is really, no matter what the situation, his hands holding weapons are incredibly steady.

It was really... purely powerful, so powerful that he couldn't even think of resisting.

What kind of belief can maintain such stability in this sinful family?