Ma Rufei couldn't put the pistol down, examining it and Zhang Bin's gun permit with pure envy. "This gun is really something else," he said, full of jealousy.
His face was black and blue, obviously the work of Zhang Bin's fists. It was payback for all the times the guy had sabotaged his good fortunes.
"At least all the effort wasn't for nothing."
Zhang Bin snatched the gun back and struck a cool aiming pose.
Ma Rufei said with a mischievous smile, "Master, aren't you negotiating with the Diao Clan tonight? Take this gun with you. You'll scare the crap out of them."
"I use this gun for sword practice, not for intimidating people. The Diao Clan is so powerful, do you think a single gun would scare them?" Zhang Bin glared at Ma Rufei. "They might even confiscate my gun and permit. Wouldn't that be a huge loss for me?"
