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."
"Is it really all destroyed?"
Yuan Buping's voice was low with some melancholy, perhaps he was the most distressed person, as he was the chief commander in building the Heavenly Palace. He had poured a great deal of affection and energy into this new home, and now it was gone, he felt as if he had lost a wife.
"Yeah."
Chen Miao's expression, however, was not too turbulent as he nodded lightly, "It's okay, we'll just find a new home after a while."
He definitely wouldn't want the Heavenly Palace that had been washed and soaked in urine, but he could sell it later for a good price. There were several of his clones in the Heavenly Palace that he mistook for Parus.
He also needed to find an opportunity to let them demonstrate their worth, otherwise, once the Heavenly Palace was sold, these Parus, who could only move within the territory of the Heavenly Palace, would lose their usefulness and their purpose.
An hour and a half ago.