There's actually a gun.
Obviously it's not Mercy; the warehouse wouldn't be foolish enough to miss such obvious smuggling.
It features the same turning wheel structure, slightly smaller in size and caliber, yet its style is far more exquisite.
That's right, whereas the beauty of Mercy is in its color and lines, the one at my waist is far more straightforward.
Intricate gold lines cover the entire body of the gun, even the holster has them.
Consistent in style, excellently crafted, clearly the handiwork of a master.
Luckily, it was just a fleeting glimpse; had I pointed it at the shopkeeper from the start, he'd question whether it could even fire after a while.
In summary, it's a gun that's more like an artwork rather than a weapon, and it's fully loaded.
Pulling it out to casually play with, without opening the cartridge, Fu Qian can easily confirm this.
Not only is it late now, but the surroundings are visibly desolate, without any worry of startling kids.
