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."
The surgery went smoothly, and one couldn't help but admire that this black-market doctor was truly a qualified surgeon. He performed the entire operation with the ease of a fish in water, without even needing an assistant's help. He completed it all by himself.
And he was incredibly fast.
As for the troublemakers who came here, not a single one died, but they all ended up a few pounds lighter.
"Hmm."
Doctor Gou rested his chin in one hand, pondering, and said, "Should I start a devilish weight-loss boot camp? I feel like my weight-loss method will soon prove effective."
The brawny men had all left the clinic, clutching their abdomens. As expected, they probably wouldn't come back. For these low-level thugs, there wasn't much of a desire for revenge. A painful lesson usually sufficed to keep them at bay.
Unless you run into some stubborn fools, who would choose to seek revenge.