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."
Zhou Shen, having been under tremendous tension for too long, finally completely relaxed at this moment. After that string snapped, he broke down emotionally and began to weep uncontrollably, his sobs and cries raining down on the man with six fingers in front of him, whose body was now a bloody, unrecognizable mess.
Even though the man with six fingers had long since died.
But Zhou Shen didn't stop, crying and swinging his fists like a madman, like a relentless meat grinder.
Nobody knew how much psychological pressure he had endured tonight, nor did anyone know the size of the gamble he had placed.
This was the biggest all-in of his life.
If he lost, the glory of his earlier life would disappear without a trace.
Climbing from obscurity to his current position, no one knew how hard he had worked, nor did anyone understand the journey his heart had taken.
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