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."
"Now tell me again, what use is the drug your R&D department has developed over these years?"
"What use is it to the company?"
"I..."
The R&D staff member standing in front of the screen was, for a moment, somewhat at a loss for words. He wanted to say that the drug they had developed really was groundbreaking; it could cure diseases that were previously incurable, which was truly impressive and represented progress in research and development.
But...
After what the leader had said, it seemed like the drug really wasn't that useful.
Although he didn't want to admit it, with only 600,000 in his pocket, he definitely wouldn't spend that money to save his father, who had been petrified for two years.
Even if he could save his father, what would be the point? Without that money, his whole life would be ruined. What would he do?
"Don't lose heart."