He then looked at Isabelle with a smile and a gentle expression. He raised one hand, gesturing for Isabelle to put down the gun, and said in a very gentle tone, "Girl, put the gun down first... Don't be impulsive. Leave this to me, and I'll talk to them."
He spoke as if coaxing a child.
Isabelle glanced at Liam's uncle, then looked back at the King.
After a moment of contemplation, she raised her hand. She fired several shots, precisely knocking down the three national flags above the King's head.
"You..." Under the King's fiery gaze, Isabelle forcefully slammed the gun onto the table, gave the King a cold look, then stuffed her hands into her pockets and walked out without looking back.
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