"Is this what those magical weapons from Earth... no, the Otherworld, look like?" Luo'er said, dipping his finger in the wine and sketching the general shape of a bolt-action rifle on the table.
"Exactly," Boen pointed to the drawing on the table, affirming, "That's what they look like. They're very powerful and loud."
He eventually couldn't help but ask, "How do you know all this?"
"Old man, we've seen a lot in our travels," Hu Daoke proudly proclaimed.
"So it seems," Boen chuckled, "I was the one who was ignorant."
"Do they come around often?" Luo'er inquired.
Boen sighed, "Not often, but whenever they run out of supplies, they go around scavenging for resources. Food, alcohol, tobacco, even women, they target everything."
"Do they have a fixed base?" Luo'er continued.
"No," Boen shook his head, "They wander around here, ambushing passersby."
