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."
"What method?"
Hungry Monkey asked subconsciously, mainly because the rules provided too little substance; there wasn't a single piece of useful information, and there really weren't any good leads to follow. If some information were provided—for instance, the traitor's dietary habits or accent—certain conclusions could be drawn.
But there was nothing.
Currently, Zhou Shen's solution seemed to be the easiest to arrive at a conclusion. It was quite simple. Just kill everyone except themselves, and naturally, the traitor would be gone. It was highly probable the traitor wasn't among them.
But this method was a bit too murderous.
Chen Miao said nothing but slowly walked up to the front of the crowd with his cane, looked towards the somewhat panicked people and spoke calmly, "I am not yet clear who amongst you is the traitor."
"But what I can assure is that, if you step forward now, there will be no reproach for past actions."
"Only..."