"Can I have a look?"
Chen Xiaoyong suddenly asked after a moment of contemplation.
"Sure, just say whatever you want directly."
"The customer is God, right?"
"Heh."
Tian Gou said, pushing the revolver on the coffee table lightly, and it spun sliding to the man across from him.
Under the bright light of the room, he immediately began examining it closely.
Indeed, it was different from the common homemade guns.
A revolver.
Judging by the caliber of the barrel, the bullets it used were most likely large-caliber rifle rounds; their power didn't need to be questioned.
But this also meant that the bullets were not interchangeable.
Coming to this realization, Chen Xiaoyong glanced at Tian Gou across from him and, with the other's permission, he picked up the gun and assumed a shooting stance.
The all-steel construction of the gun felt substantial in hand, the weight just right.
From his angle, he could perfectly see the bullets in the cylinder.