Chapter 661 The Real Difference Lies in the Mind

• Melody's voice was calm and steady, cutting through the tension in the room like a sharp blade. She didn't spare a glance at Melinda, who stood nearby, eyes brimming with tears, trying to appear pitiful.
• To Melody, tears were a tool for the weak, a crutch she had long outgrown in her previous life. She had no patience for such displays of vulnerability.
• "There's a clear difference between a handgun and a rifle," Melody continued, her tone measured and confident. "The handgun's range is limited to about 300 feet. I pushed its explosive power to the limit, but doing so sacrificed its effectiveness at longer distances.