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."

of yourself, brat! That thing has clearly seen plenty of

spread his

don't worry-once you're dead, I'll show

pulled the trigger right then... only to be dumbstruck with

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

How is that

and the middle-aged man could feel their

them were quick enough to dodge it while the minority

owner's gun and bullets were

about it? You're ignorant,

just a thought, Frank whipped out the pendant and waved it at him, asking, "Can you tell me who made

owner was

"Did you really think you're so unassuming? Far from it-especially with that mindset

that he