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."
"What does that mean?"
Zhang Wanlin's eyes gradually narrowed, a sense of foreboding rising within him. He lowered his head to glance at the cigarette in his arms, curling his body as far back into his seat as possible, as if by doing so he could put as much distance between himself and Chen Miao as possible.
He naturally knew what the Hell Bus was.
However, he had never imagined that he could board the Hell Bus. Generally speaking, only those with extreme resentment in their hearts could board the Hell Bus, and to be honest... he didn't harbor any resentment before his death.
Even though he died at the hands of Chen Miao, he really didn't feel any resentment.
He had always known this day would come.