The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 2748

The motel owner snorted. "You're all so ignorant! It's true that most guns are pointless against Ascendant ranks, but this is no ordinary gun—it's a mystical item refined by a master craftsman.

"Not only are the bullets much faster, the gun's penetration power is even more formidable. I used it to bury many while I was young—even martial elites like you!"

Everyone became restless at those.

However, while Drunken Moon and the others were worried, Frank was actually excited.

Mystic items were a quintessential part of high fantasy, and he might reach a treasure trove through the master craftsman whom the motel owner spoke of.

"Aren't you scared?" the motel owner asked just then, puzzled seeing that Frank was fearless, even smiling.

Frank chuckled. "Why should I worry about a mere toy? Start shooting if you want—I'm sure everyone's busy and has better things to do."

The middle-aged man snapped, "You're getting too full of yourself, brat! That thing has clearly seen plenty of action and victories, and you might really die if you don't watch yourself."

Frank simply spread his arms. "Then shoot!"

The motel owner laughed. "Well, you asked for it. And don't worry—once you're dead, I'll show those ladies a good time!"

With a sleazy smile, he pulled the trigger right then… only to be dumbstruck with the rest of them the next second.

With an audible clang, the bullet ricocheted before dropping to the floor, while Frank stood there, clearly unhurt!

"How?! How is that possible?!"

Both the motel owner and the middle-aged man could feel their jaws dropping.

Smiling apologetically, he said, "Come on, friend. We're all martial artists, so there's always a point when we should stop when it comes to sparring. You're still young, kid—don't go astray now!"

Frank laughed in amusement. "Now you're appealing to my kindness? You certainly weren't hesitating when you shot me.

"You're not really repenting—you're apologizing just because you know death is coming. It's too late for you to say anything now, so tell me what I want to know, or else…"

Shoving his foot down, Frank crushed the motel owner's ankle, leaving him screaming in pain.

He would have passed out too, if Frank was not using his powers to keep him conscious!

Still, the motel owner asked, "Would you spare my life if I told you?"

"I might consider it." Frank nodded. "Now start talking!"