At that moment, psychological guidance was needed. Gao Guang said with a somewhat weary voice, "No problem now, the spirit of your gun has already moved to this one. The gun itself is secondary; what's important is the soul…"
"That's not right!"
Patrick suddenly interrupted Gao Guang, furrowing his brows with a look of panic, "I can't feel Phil's presence at all. I don't have that feeling at all; this... feels completely different. Boss, could it have failed?"
The two guns were bound to feel different, and as for a gun spirit—well, it would be a surprise if there was really such a thing!
Gao Guang began to regret it. He shouldn't have let Patrick change guns, but there wasn't another PKM to use, and it would be a hassle to switch now.
Yuan Zheng watched Gao Guang spread his hands in a gesture that meant things were messed up, useless, and out of hand.
But was Gao Guang the kind of person to be stumped by a situation like this?
