Chen Miao transmigrated to a supernatural world, where everyone had their own profession, such as "Student", "Fighter", "Thief", and so on. After much contemplation, he activated the "Gunslinger" profession. From then on! While the foreign races brandished their claws to invade, and others tirelessly trained their physical fitness and learned skills. Chen Miao silently ventured into secret realms to collect all sorts of materials, crafting Occupation Exclusive weapons like the "Thompson Submachine Gun," "Falling Blossom Sniper Rifle," "Inferno Gatling," "Matrix Sky-Eye Cannon," and so on. ... One day, people suddenly noticed that a very unfamiliar Supernatural Occupation had appeared on the city's Combat Power rankings. And in the crowd. Chen Miao, bare-chested under a black suit jacket with sunglasses on and a cigar in his mouth, held two Inferno Gatlings in his hands, looking up slightly at a group of scoundrels in front of him with the corners of his mouth turned up. "Don't wait for me to stuff the gun barrel in your mouth before you admit you were wrong."
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Afterward, he turned angrily toward the black sedan where Chen Miao was, and bellowed, "Chen Miao, don't play these little tricks, do you think by coming out later, you could make both bosses attack me and exhaust my means of attack?"
"The government team in Fengtian City isn't stupid, do you think they can't see through your little tricks?"
"Do you plan to go to the City-State Competition, still relying on these little tricks?"
As his voice fell.
Many people around also looked at the black sedan of Chen Miao in unison, evidently, the audience gathered here quite agreed with Sang Biao's words; not showing himself and letting Sang Biao face the attack of the two bosses alone did seem a bit scheming.
And at this moment——
Chen Miao, dressed in a tweed coat and wearing a newsboy cap, walked down from the black sedan with a cane and stood in the Sankui Wasteland. He glanced around before turning his gaze to the two massive bosses not far away.