Facing an Ancient God for a Year

This indeed is local culture.

Being constantly targeted, Fu Qian didn’t have any reaction to the potential for a destructive attack at any moment, but instead looked at the exquisite weapon itself with deep emotion.

At this point in time, the identity of the person standing in front of him was not difficult to guess.

Considering the clear demigod level involved, it was evident that this was the one who had granted Leland two talismans and helped devise the marking plan.

So from the beginning until now, hasn’t the proportion of gunpowder weapons among the Night Watchmen on Los’s side been a bit too high?

Recalling the Chief Yuan’s side, where the warehouse was full of unused ammunition, Fu Qian suddenly felt that he should help consume some of the stock more often.

"As long as you are aware of your limits, how should I address you?"

The thought crossed his mind without delaying a nod in salutation, and he inquired courteously.

"A name is just a code, you can call me Thirteen."

The gunman, maintaining an elegant demigod demeanor, answered with almost no hesitation.

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So the bald guy isn’t called Forty-Seven, but his boss is called Thirteen?