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 middle-aged woman's voice was laden with uncontrollable fear, but as her voice trailed off, a mocking laugh echoed through the carriage from an unknown source.
Even Old Gao looked impassively towards the next person.
Being a veteran of the Jianghu, he had seen too many of these tricks—starting by placing oneself in a disadvantaged position to make people unconsciously overlook her, then delivering a fatal strike at a crucial moment to snatch the best reward, or having teammates explore ahead.
He despised this kind of toxic element the most.
In his eyes, this middle-aged woman was just that—how could anyone in their right mind accept an invitation to an unknown event without first checking what it was?
Was she trying to fool a fool?
As a level 21 archer, how could she not know how dangerous the world was?
Or to say she had reached level 21, how could she possibly be brainless?
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Soon—