The Handgun

“Here are some bullets for the handgun.” Qing Shui handed three boxes of bullets to Chang and then took out and unfolded a silk-like vest from his lab coat. “And this, this is the bulletproof vest fabricated from Group Beta. They utilized those tenacious spider silk we had troubled with and knitted them into this vest. It is the best protection I can offer to you at this moment. It doesn’t affect your flexibility at all and is as lightweight as a T-shirt.”

“You always have a plan B,” Chang noted, taking the white vest and folding it the way Qing Shui had. He then placed it into his pocket.

“I like to give myself some leeway, and there is nothing wrong with it, right?” Qing Shui sank to his knees and gently combed Jing’s hair. “After all, you are the last two family members I have on this planet. I’d do anything to make sure you are safe.”