Because Qin Wanyue was present, there were some things the father and son found inconvenient to discuss. Thus, it was only after seeing her off that Zeng Anmin followed his father into the study of the Governor's Mansion.
CLACK!
Zeng Shilin accepted the compact object Zeng Anmin handed over. With a blank expression, he slapped it onto the desk with a sharp SMACK.
"Father..." Zeng Anmin looked up and called out weakly.
The item his father had just placed on the desk was none other than the Firearm given to him at home that day.
"A gadget from the Profound Array Department. Within a hundred paces, no Martial Artist below the Sixth Grade Void Realm can withstand a single round from it." His father's voice from that day seemed to transcend time, faintly echoing in Zeng Anmin's ears.
"Hmph!" Zeng Shilin sneered coldly. He looked up calmly at his dear son, his tone indifferent. "You had this item that day. Why didn't you use it?"
