"But calling it 'Hamlet Type One' still sounds awful~" Margaret followed up with another blunt complaint, which directly made Lance anxious.
"You can call it whatever you like, it's not like I'm stopping you."
He reached out as he spoke, "If you don't like it, you can give it back to me."
"No way!" The moment Margaret heard that, she immediately hugged the gun, "I won this fair and square."
Seeing how nervous she looked, as if she really was afraid Lance would take it back, Lance couldn't help being speechless.
Did he look like that kind of person?
"It's fine if you play around with it at the shooting range, but don't run around outside with a gun, and don't just load it whenever you feel like it. If the sheriff detains you again, I'm not coming to get you. I can't afford that embarrassment."
Too lazy to bother with her, Lance just gave that instruction and turned to make a run for it.
