John didn't respond.
Saber wanted that revolver, but he wasn't desperate; instead, he changed the topic and started to chat idly.
"When I was coming in, I saw a few kids throwing up messily at the door. From their looks, they definitely weren't just drunk, right?"
He took a sip of the Charming in front of him, showing a surprised expression, couldn't resist taking another half-sip, then continued speaking through the alcohol fumes.
"Look, the newcomers on the street don't know you, but it doesn't matter. As long as you're still active, they'll either grow up or die listening to your stories..."
Every legend has its own era.
"In my days on the street, Saw was a name you couldn't avoid, and I've been thinking about that Skuqi revolver for many years."
Saber, with a reminiscent face, excitedly spread out his big hands, imagining himself holding a gun.
