A Cocky Champion Mocked a 70-Year-Old Woman, Until Her Real Identity Was Revealed — Part 2

Previously: When an arrogant young shooter mocked 70-year-old Mona at the local range, he thought she was just an amateur. But one look at her targets—and her name—changed everything.

The Ghost of the Past

Adrian's fingers hovered over his keyboard, his eyes wide as they scanned the digital registration file. The name on the screen was one he hadn't seen in over forty years: Mona Vance. To the modern generation of shooters, the name meant nothing. But to Adrian, who had been a young range boy when the legendary "Silver Bullet" dominated the national circuit, she was a myth. She had been the most precise tactical shooter in history, undefeated and untouchable, until a sudden, scandalous disqualification forced her into exile.

Lenny, his face burning with embarrassment, refused to accept what he had just witnessed. He slammed his hand down on the partition. "She cheated!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the tense range. "There's no way an old lady has that kind of reaction time. The target system is glitched!"

A Cocky Champion Mocked a 70-Year-Old Woman, Until Her Real Identity Was Revealed

Adrian stepped out from behind the desk, his demeanor suddenly grave. "Quiet, Lenny. You are speaking to a master. She didn't cheat. She just showed you what real talent looks like."

Before Lenny could argue, the heavy double doors at the back of the range swung open. A tall, wealthy man in a tailored grey suit strode in, flanked by two legal aides. It was Victor, the prominent real estate developer who had recently bought out the surrounding land and was actively trying to foreclose on the range. He was also Lenny's father.

Victor's smug expression instantly withered when his eyes landed on Mona. His face drained of color, his confident stride halting. Mona turned slowly to face him, her eyes locking onto the man who had ruined her career forty years ago by framing her for a safety violation she didn't commit.

"Mona," Victor whispered, his voice trembling before he quickly masked it with a cold, venomous sneer. "You have a lot of nerve showing your face here. You are still banned from this federation. Security, escort this woman out immediately."

Two guards stepped forward, but Mona stood her ground, her hand resting calmly near her holster.