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."
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"Phew..."
The boss took a deep breath, slowly slumped into his chair, and lit a cigarette which he brought to his lips before slowly closing his eyes.
At this moment, he had no way out.
He had pushed himself onto the gambling table.
Win, and the rest of his life would be smooth sailing.
Lose, and suicide would be his only destination.
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"That guy won't plan to quickly sell off that batch of goods within these three days and then use the money to play tricks on you, Miao?"
The Hungry Monkey muttered as he walked out of Haina Supernatural Store.
"Perhaps."
Chen Miao, leaning on a cane, walked toward the Seventh District and laughed lightly, "But what of it? One of the first lessons in business is to 'get something for nothing.' When I was doing business in the past, I often sold to customers without even a product, let alone a sample, and then used the customers' money to make the product."
"Give someone else a chance."