Shotgun Girl's return

Naturally, the fate of the unlucky robber couldn't be more obvious. It shouldn't even be regarded as unfortunate since he managed to stay alive.

His foolish actions were so awkward and irritating that the two operators had no desire to intervene.

A few days later, in a bar somewhere.

Crack.

Ling Qingyu slammed the bottom of a huge beer mug onto the wooden table and smacked her lips.

Alas, the taste at home was unbeatable, but sometimes eating and drinking outside brought about cravings.

Across from her sat another girl, her face utterly devoid of life, clearly dragged here against her will.

Ling Qingyu felt an itch to tease the girl even more upon noticing her expression. Girls should look like this—reserved and indifferent—not like a maniac obsessed with explosions.

The girl was none other than the legendary shotgun girl, famous among the sisters for being taciturn, quiet, and exceptionally lethal in combat.