Out in the Wasteland, almost everyone has a gun, but bullets are scarce, always a highly coveted consumable.
"Inspector Cheng, here's the Red Blade you asked for."
The staffer pulled a metal case from the bottom of the pickup's bed, keyed in a code, and the lid popped open with a "click."
A sharp aura rushed out instantly, making one's heart tighten.
Nice blade.
When he'd only seen the pictures on the tablet, the Red Blade's shape and color were already stunning. Now, seeing the real thing, Cheng Ye felt its price of 3,500 Contribution Points was more than worth it.
The forearm-long blade was thick and solid. The blood-agate-like body had a matte sheen, the wide flat grind of the edge slanting up from the base, the very edge wreathed in a layer of cold iridescent light.
Cheng Ye's gaze roamed up and down and finally landed on the handle.
A carved traditional "龍" character was inlaid near the bottom, soaked in a red patina, giving off an ancient, heavy feel.
