It really was a matter of local culture.
Fu Qian, who was being repeatedly targeted, showed no reaction despite the possibility of a devastating attack being triggered at any moment. Instead, he gazed at the elegant weapon itself and let out a heartfelt sigh.
Given the timing and the identity of the person before him, it wasn't hard to guess.
Taking into account her demigod rank, she was clearly the one who had given Leilan two talismans and helped devise the marking plan.
So, among the Night Watchers on Los's side, was the proportion using firearms a little too high, from the very beginning until now?
Thinking back to Chief Yuan's place, with an entire warehouse wall of ammunition that nobody ever took, Fu Qian suddenly felt he ought to help use up some of the stock whenever he had nothing better to do.
"You've got it under control, so what should I call you?"
As the thought crossed his mind, he gave a polite nod. Pleased, he asked for her name.
"A name is just a code. You can call me Thirteen."
The gunfighter demigod remained as dashing as ever and answered without the slightest hesitation.
So the bald guy wasn't called Forty-Seven, but his superior was called Thirteen?
Even someone as well-traveled as Fu Qian was left with a flood of quips by the female gunfighter's code name. He clicked his tongue in admiration.
"What? You don't seem like the sort of person who'd get hung up on something like that."
It seemed she had misunderstood his reaction. The demigod Thirteen frowned slightly and asked, puzzled.
"This isn't my real name, of course. Just as I don't think your name is really Gorimshaw."
"It isn't. I just suddenly thought that if everyone chose code names the way