Seeing Qi Xiaotian barely suppressing a grin, Fang Chenyi felt incredibly frustrated. Despite his thick skin, he couldn't stop himself from blushing.
He'd thought the oversized pistol came with an oversized suppressor. Turns out it was for a rifle.
With a light cough to cover his embarrassment, Fang Chenyi pointed at the pile of bullets on the coffee table and had them sort them out.
Qi Xiaotian and the other man worked with lightning speed, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, pressing rounds into the magazines one by one while explaining to Fang Chenyi which ammunition type went with each gun.
After listening to the explanation, Fang Chenyi ejected the magazine from the Desert Eagle in his hand. He picked up the bullets Qi Xiaotian had separated and began learning how to load them.
A few minutes later, Fang Chenyi felt the satisfying weight of the reloaded Desert Eagle in his hand. He clicked his tongue. He had to admit, with his enhanced strength, the heft felt surprisingly comfortable.
