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."

seen plenty of action and victories,

spread his arms. "Then

it. And don't worry-once you're dead, I'll show those ladies a

he pulled the trigger right then... only to be

an audible clang, the bullet ricocheted before dropping to the floor, while Frank stood there, clearly

is that

and the middle-aged man could feel their

bullets-most of them were quick enough to dodge it

motel owner's gun and bullets were supposedly different and could

impossible about it? You're ignorant, aren't

just a thought, Frank whipped out the pendant and waved it at him, asking, "Can

natural that the motel owner was not in the

"Did you really think you're so unassuming? Far

speechless, but it was true that he had been too presumptuous