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 if the bet is lost?"
The old man couldn't help but burst out, berating, "You're the ticket seller, even if the mission fails, you're fine. You just pat yourself and board the bus to complete the mission, but we would all die here."
"You make it sound so easy, to bet just like that, betting with our lives, is that it?"
"..."
Chen Miao remained silent, not speaking. Then, all of a sudden, he pulled out the "Python R6 Revolver" from his bosom, in front of everyone, loaded a single bullet into it, spun the cylinder, and raised the revolver to his own forehead.
With a calm expression, he pulled the trigger.
"Clang."
The crisp sound of the trigger hitting empty echoed.
The old man looked at the scene, momentarily unsure of what it meant, his demeanor gradually softening, though his mouth still muttered with some dissatisfaction, "What are you trying to prove, your courage?"