Xu Tao felt his blood run cold—as if the death god himself were breathing down his neck.
However, no matter how much he glanced around, he couldn't find anything—or anyone—that could be sending him such a thick sense of dread.
'Weird…'
Failing to realize the source, he decided to treat it as his imagination.
After that brief ordeal, Xu Tao grabbed his last two revolvers—as per Arthur's request—and handed them over. With a gun in each hand, Arthur could lessen the time needed between volleys.
"That's a smart choice!" Yifa nodded in approval. "With that, you can still attack while the other revolver is reloading, lowering the idle time for the user!"
She quietly muttered under her breath a small wish. "Ahh, it'd be nice to have the same~!" While furtively glancing at Xu Tao.
Seeing the sparkle in her eyes, Xu Tao quickly understood why she was suddenly praising Arthur. "Unfortunately, that's the last of the revolvers," he clarified immediately.
