"Which world does that connect to, then?"
"How would I know? I don't know those people."
Although Natasha had indeed worked at the bar for four hours and overheard quite a bit of gossip.
Would anyone really tell acquaintances they were chatting with that they came from such-and-such village in such-and-such town?
Still, the bar really was a great place for information to circulate, so Sasha had learned quite a few things.
For example, Cirno had gotten beaten up again.
Though Natasha had no idea who Cirno was.
"True..."
"Your turn. What information do you have for me? Like what you just said about why Chen Luo was helping the Underworld Fire so much."
Natasha was very curious about exactly what Sampo had misunderstood.
"Boss, let me tell you..."
"Gah!"
Just as Sampo was about to tell Natasha what Chen Luo had said to him, he felt as though his knee had been shot. A golden Friendship Revolver.
"HAHAHAHA... How could that be? Didn't Chen Luo run far away? HAHAHAHAHA! And how could that bullet shoot through walls? HAHAHAHAHA..."
Sampo's expression contained thirty percent surprise, thirty percent pain, thirty percent regret, and ten percent disbelief.
The remaining ninety percent was total resignation.
Damn it, I have to laugh for another ten minutes. What a sin.
"I don't know much about this item, but I heard its bullets have a guaranteed-hit property. Chen Luo also seems to possess some sort of ability to see the future, although I heard him complain that it often backfires. So what exactly did you want to tell me? You're already laughing anyway. How about... trying to say it through the laughter?" Natasha was genuinely curious about what Sampo wanted to tell her.
"HAHAHAHA, Boss, let me tell you... It hurts." Another bullet from who knew