Zhou Yi watched from a distance.
Ahead was a crossroads. The shuttle bus stopped at the junction platform, and there was a large crowd of people.
Many people were setting up stalls, making it look like a small market.
At this moment.
The Witch Hunter got into a dispute with a customer.
The other party was a human enhancer, carrying a meticulously crafted weapon box, gesturing with his hands, speaking in Western Continent language: "…Miss, these bullets are too expensive, and the craftsmanship is still immature, seriously damaging my gun's barrel."
"For such an expensive item, it should at least come with after-sales service."
The Witch Hunter replied, "I already said, these bullets are a new model, there are risks, no refunds after sale."
"I didn't say I wanted a refund."
