"Marriage is a big deal. How can you be so reckless?" Jiang Shuo was aware of his sister's temperament—she just needed a way to step down right now.
With a shift of his gaze, he said,
"He's here."
"Hanhan!"
Before the words were fully spoken, Dapeng was already grinning as he stepped onto the second floor, waving at Jiang Han from a distance. As he approached, he extended his hand toward Jiang Shuo:
"You must be Hanhan's brother?"
Unfortunately.
The other party had no intention of shaking hands.
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"This is the Ninth Pistol."
The instructor held a gun that was two sizes larger than an ordinary pistol and said,
"Don't be fooled by its size; it only holds seven bullets, but its power can shatter not-so-thick iron plates. Of course... the recoil is equally astounding."
"Boss Fang."
"Shall I demonstrate?"
"Alright," Fang Zheng nodded,
"Please!"
