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."
"Um..."
Just then—
A girl's voice, trembling, raised a hand, "I... I can't hold it anymore. Can someone accompany me over there? I'm too scared to go by myself."
After speaking, the girl pointed toward a public restroom at the entrance to the small town.
The old-fashioned kind you find by the roadside.
Unisex, with just one stall; the stall was shielded by an iron door on the outside.
"Just do your business right here," said someone.
The man, who had peed in public earlier without reservation, muttered, "Times like these, who cares about privacy? Don't you watch horror movies? Spaces like this, sealed off and private, especially restrooms with such a heavy yin atmosphere, are most prone to incidents."
"You sure have some nerve."
"Who's going to watch you anyway? And even if they did, would you lose a piece of meat over it?"
"What's more important, your privacy or your life? Can't you figure out which is heavier?"