Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 263 - 90: Number Nine Firearm (Part 2)

"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!"

The instructor signaled for the two to assist, gripping the gun handle with both hands, legs slightly crouched in a front-and-back stance. After getting into position, he aimed at the target and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A dull sound echoed across the scene.

A big hole was punched through the wooden board ten meters away.

The instructor's body shuddered, retreating two steps under the impact of the recoil before steadying himself.

Fang Zheng saw it clearly.

At the moment of firing, the Ninth Pistol jolted violently, causing even the instructor's wrist to tremble. The muscular tremor extended from his forearm to his shoulder and even spread to his back, like ripples on the water—subtle and swift.

This sudden burst of force could dislocate an unprepared person on the spot, and if it were a woman, it might even fracture a bone.

As for its power...

Fang Zheng's expression turned heavy, staying silent for a long time.

In modern society, the lethality of firearms is extremely terrifying; theoretically, a carbon-based life form like humans can never truly counter it.

Even though he had cultivated True Qi, he had no confidence in taking a direct hit from this gun.

Even a Flawless Martial Artist with Protective Righteous Energy would unlikely disregard an attack capable of easily shattering a wild boar's head, right?

What a good item!

I must find a way to take away a couple of them later!

"Bang!"

Just then, a gunshot snapped him out of his thoughts. A bullet whizzed past the trio's location, landing on an iron plate.

The bullet ricocheted, sparking slightly, and set their hearts racing.

"Sorry about that!"

At the same time, a slightly playful voice echoed nearby:

"My hand slipped just now, fired off target. Luckily, no one was hurt. Are you all alright?"

As he spoke,

he whistled at the provocatively dressed Xia Hong.

Fang Zheng turned his head and looked at him.

This was a young man in his early twenties, with a few pimples on his face, holding a gun in one hand and swaying as he walked over.

"Alright?"

Xia Hong's body trembled,

"Do you even know that this is a gun? If it hits someone..."

That shot was more than just off target.

Had the muzzle moved an inch, it could have hit any of the three. Just thinking about it sent a chill down her spine with fear.

She highly doubted that shot was intentional!

"Boss Fang."

Someone rushed over from not far, panting heavily, saying,

"Let me... let me introduce you; this is Mr. Mu Yuanchun from the Mu Family of the Western Continent, invited here for a gathering at the club this time."

"Mu Family of Western Continent?" Fang Zheng picked up the Ninth Pistol from the instructor's hand, shook his head, and said,

"Never heard of it."

"Boss Fang, the Hongfu Gold, which ranks among the top percentage nationally, belongs to the Mu Family." Xia Hong's beautiful eyes flickered as she whispered into his ear,

"Hongfu Gold is worth billions!"

"The assets under the Mu Family's name exceed just Hongfu."

As she said this, her voice softened, no longer daring to look at the other side, seemingly afraid of offending Mu Yuanchun.

The Western Continent,

a place far more prosperous than Qu City.

The Mu Family,

was an enormous entity.

Fang Zheng understood.

Before coming, President Li mentioned that today's banquet would have a distinguished guest—it should be this gentleman.

"So it's a rich second generation."

With a smile, Fang Zheng adjusted the pistol, pointing it distantly at the other party:

"Young Master Mu, what do you think of this pistol?"

"Boss Fang," the instructor's expression changed dramatically,

"This is no joking matter with a pistol. The Ninth Pistol is uncontrollable with one hand, and if it misfires... it would be disastrous."

"Ha..." Mu Yuanchun sneered disdainfully, making a virtual pointing gesture forward, saying,

"Mr. Fang, what do you intend to do? Pointing a gun at me—are you planning to shoot me? I doubt you dare pull the trigger."

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Mu Yuanchun turned pale as he tremblingly looked around, seeing that a wooden rack beside him had shattered, sending wood chips flying.

"Ah!"

Xia Hong screamed piercingly.

The instructor's body also shook.

The other party had indeed fired with one hand, which was not a joke; aiming with one hand solely depended on luck.

"Tsk..."

Fang Zheng clicked his tongue lightly, shook his head, and said,

"The recoil is too strong; it's hard to aim precisely."

"Let's try again."

He said as he pulled the trigger again.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The muffled sound was deafening, with bullets cutting through the air, leaving visible ripples, and a faint smell of gunpowder permeating the air.

"No..."

Only then did the others' pleas come out.

"Not bad."

Fang Zheng smiled lightly, handed the gun back to the instructor beside him, walking calmly toward Mu Yuanchun,

"Young Master Mu, hope it didn't scare you?"

"..." Mu Yuanchun's legs went weak. He had handled the Ninth Pistol before and was well aware of its recoil and difficulty in control.

Which means,

just now, he could have really been hit!

And with the Ninth Pistol's power, if a bullet hit a leg, the entire leg would shatter on the spot, with little chance of survival.

Thinking about the consequences,

even with his usual carefree attitude, it made him shiver.