The rain stopped, and the convoy hit the road again.
Lin Baici rode the Harley, enjoying the thrill of speeding down the road.
San Miyairi finally got her wish.
She sat behind Lin Baici, eagerly playing with the M1887 shotgun.
Bang! Bang!
San Miyairi occasionally fired a shot, hitting the roadside billboards and groundhogs that popped their heads up.
"Shooting is exhilarating!"
San Miyairi envied.
In God's ruins, using firearms risks backfire, so nobody uses them. How superior would one feel holding a shotgun?
Probably more thrilling than winning seven hands of poker in one night?
Of course, such firearms are only good for ambushes or facing monsters and low-level God Hunters. Thinking it could kill a Dragon Level is just naive.
"Fun, isn't it?"
Lin Baici teased.
"Fun!"
San Miyairi nodded, then put the M1887 back in the holster and hugged Lin Baici.
Lin Baici immediately felt two mounds pressing against his back.
Very soft,
with a certain rounded feel!
