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."
Two girls were arguing red-faced: "This is my husband's, not yours!"
"Bullshit, this is my husband's. I've used it so many times, how could I not be more familiar with it than you?"
"Your husband is not that long!"
"How would you know how long my husband is!"
"Nonsense, I'm so tired of your husband, okay!"
"Damn it, I knew it, you damn bitch, I..."
...
"Sigh."
Chen Miao let out a long sigh, gently rubbing his temples as he walked away from the crowd and towards another direction. He decided not to take part in this attraction. He wasn't interested in the 100,000 Experience Points, and he also couldn't quite accept the way the attraction operated.
Those minced meats didn't even have clothes on.
For someone like him who had an emotional cleanliness fetish, it was simply unbearable.
Of course...
The most important thing was that he didn't have a girlfriend and didn't meet the entry requirements.