The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The motel owner snorted. "You're all so ignorant! It's true that most guns are pointless against Ascendant ranks, but this is no ordinary gun-it's a mystical item refined by a master craftsman.

"Not only are the bullets much faster, the gun's penetration power is even more formidable. I used it to bury many while I was young-even martial elites like you!"

Everyone became restless at those.

However, while Drunken Moon and the others were worried, Frank was actually excited.

Mystic items were a quintessential part of high fantasy, and he might reach a treasure trove through the master craftsman whom the motel owner spoke of.

"Aren't you scared?" the motel owner asked just then, puzzled seeing that Frank was fearless, even smiling.

Frank chuckled. "Why should I worry about a mere toy? Start shooting if you want-I'm sure everyone's busy and has better things to do."

middle-aged man snapped, "You're getting too full of yourself, brat! That thing has clearly seen plenty of action and victories, and you might really die

his arms. "Then

asked for it. And don't worry-once

trigger right then... only to be dumbstruck with

clang, the bullet ricocheted before dropping to the

is

the motel owner and the middle-aged man could feel their jaws

were two ways that an Ascendant-ranked individual was impervious to bullets-most of them were quick enough to

owner's gun and bullets were supposedly

about it? You're ignorant,

whipped out the pendant and waved it at

owner was not in the

him. "Did you really think you're so unassuming? Far from it-especially

it was true that he had been too presumptuous of his own