Wei Hongmian took the antique gun out of her bag and gave it to Shao Yibai. The woman's voice was clear and there was a faint smile on her face. "Yibai, this is for you."
Shao Yibai was stunned, but he did not hide his delight. He accepted the gift without holding himself back. "Thank you."
"Yibai, my grandfather previously seized this gun when he won over the state with his faction. I've heard that it was owned by the enemy troops' high-ranking leader. It's an authentic product that was made in America. My grandfather liked it very much at that time. Of course, no one produces the bullets that are used with it anymore. This gun's only function is as a keepsake now. It can never rival the impressive weapons that you are currently using."
