Chapter 95. Excellent Shooting Skills

"What's the punishment for disrespecting the leader? You've been in the organization long enough to remember the rules, haven't you?" Emma slowly raised the gun level with her eyes: "I should shoot your skull open, shouldn't I?"

Her target was not the man's head, but his arm. As the bullet tore through his flesh, he immediately clutched his wounded arm, his body crumpling in pain.

Emma smirked: "According to the rules, I should've shot your skull open, but because the young miss is kind-hearted and doesn't want to take any lives on her first day, you'll only lose an arm as a reminder to you, and the others." She swept her gaze across the crowd, her eyes daring anyone to step forward.

Sometimes, violence was far more effective than mere words. With one move of Emma's gun, no one dared to voice their dissent.

Flora's father watched from behind as his daughter handled the situation, nodding approvingly. She was indeed his child, with his blood in her veins and a