Xu Lan was surprised by what he saw. He expected to see a ghost town. Instead, he saw a lively, flourishing town. Grand Firearm City was not about rogue shooting. There was a designated arena for professional competition. The competition was held once a month. It was similar to the Colosseum of Ancient Rome, where only qualified candidates may compete. Aristocrats and wealthy men paid to watch these life or death battles.
Xu Lan joined a club to train his marksmanship. When he felt that he was ready, he joined the competition by registering through his club. He was invited to a special waiting area.
"Hey, fellas! Where did this hot chick come from? What a shame!" A burly man snickered when he saw Xu Lan being led by the instructor into the waiting area.
"Haha, the organizing committee ran out of candidates? Why did they take someone like that in? Is he even strong enough to prop a gun up?" another burly man chimed in nastily.
