"This weapon called a handgun is truly amazing! With it, I can definitely protect Miss Han and the Prince."
Han Lei looked at him with an excited expression, speechless as she gazed at the sky.
"Don't just be happy, throw away your armor and saber, they're useless now."
"Hehe. Yes, with a handgun, those are just junk."
This set of cold weapons had accompanied him for many years, and although Ping Chuan was somewhat reluctant, he resolutely threw the armor and saber by the roadside.
Wearing a bulletproof vest, holding a handgun and a baton, he felt invigorated, embodying the spirit of a modern soldier.
Indeed, guns and cannons are the ultimate tools for men.
With this new gear, Ping Chuan's attention was instantly drawn to studying the new weapon, and Han Lei enjoyed the newfound peace and quiet.
The motorcycle roared to life again, the night wind still howling, but their hearts were filled with confidence and strength.
