"Where's the gun I wanted?" Li Qiyu tossed a few pieces of jewelry onto the table.
The shopkeeper produced a small, exquisite silver gun and a box of bullets, "No need to pay, someone has already picked up the tab for you."
Someone had bought it? Li Qiyu was surprised and opened the box of bullets to inspect them. She saw special drug bullets, along with syringes filled with needles.
"This is an anesthesia gun, each anesthesia bullet is enough for one syringe, and one syringe holds 108 needles," the shopkeeper explained as he wiped it down with a cloth, "Mr. Bo said this is too dangerous, you're not suitable for using it."
The smile at the corner of Li Qiyu's mouth stiffened slightly, so Bo Yeyuan had found out.
"Did you show him my shopping list?" Li Qiyu narrowed her eyes dangerously.
"I'd like to live a bit longer, can you let me breathe?" the shopkeeper joked as he handed her the gun.
