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."
You could say these three individuals are paranoid, hypocritical, or even too cowardly and meek to face reality, but to put them on trial like this is utterly absurd.
Chen Miao didn't respond, simply standing there waiting patiently. After taking a deep drag of his cigarette, it was only when he heard the faint rustling of footsteps nearby that he softly said,
"So you're telling me that the reason for all the commotion at night is because you're worried someone might discover them."
"Hmm."
The village chief, wearing a light coat and leaning on his cane, emerged from the darkness with a complex look on his face, and hoarsely said, looking at the three people on the stage, "I'm relieved that you haven't been seduced by them and untied their ropes."