Is This Broken or Not?

"Bang..."

Thirty meters ahead in the warehouse, a vertical plank had a few circles spray-painted on it. After a gunshot, a small hole was punched through the board at the position of the 'fifth ring'.

Bai Yang raised the still-smoking muzzle, blew on it with a flourish, and said:

"Good enough to graduate, right?"

"Boss, when the safety on your gun isn't engaged and your finger's still on the trigger, that move is a great way to shoot yourself, you know?"

Xiong Da looked at Bai Yang, utterly speechless.

Bai Yang awkwardly lowered the muzzle toward the ground.

Then Xiong Da added, "Also, boss, you hit my target..."

"Hey hey, enough already. I'm not going to war, so it's good enough... Anyway, how much for two guns and three hundred rounds?"

Bai Yang couldn't care less about marksmanship. If danger came, he wasn't charging to the front. What was the point of being a crack shot?

Sneaky shots from the shadows were the real deal, got it?

"Forget it, boss. No charge. Consider it a welcome gift. But you'd better keep these things well hidden. If anything happens, no one can cover for you," Xiong Da said, shaking his head.

"I'm not a kid. You think I don't know that?"

Bai Yang rolled his eyes, locked the two pistols in a box, picked it up, and walked off.

Money wasn't the issue. Everyone would remember the favor. Getting hung up on it would just make things awkward.

"Oh, right. The stuff I arranged—remember to work overtime on it. Forge those items, stock up on all that miscellaneous goods, and fill up a few warehouses first. Don't slack off. You still owe me ten years of wages..."

With that parting shot, he strode away...

"Throwing tens of millions at his people without a worry—is this boss stupid, stupid, or just stupid?"

Xiong Da watched Bai Yang's retreating back, lost in thought.

Back in his flashy Bugatti, he rolled up the windows, vanished for a moment, then reappeared. In those few seconds, the box of guns was no longer in this world...

Even though luxury cars probably wouldn't get searched, what if? Bai Yang figured stashing things over there was the safest bet.

He rushed back to his rented villa, thought about returning Liu Qingshan and Song Guotao's calls, then decided against it. Those two old guys had nothing in common with him—no fun to hang out with. Whatever, let them be...

He'd 'slept' long enough, it seemed. He decided to head 'over there' first.

When he'd come, he'd brought two jars of wine and over a dozen cloth bundles of ginseng. He'd sold one jar of wine, but leaving the rest in the villa felt unsafe, so he moved them back.

Back and forth, back and forth—he was just a bored porter...

Late night in Geduo Village, inside the treehouse.

"Does the young master seem to be getting sleepier and sleepier?"

Looking at Bai Yang as he came out of the bedroom, Little Cat murmured to herself, a little confused.

Bai Yang hadn't been sleeping at all after a busy day. Now drowsiness finally hit him. Yawning, he walked out of the bedroom, saw Little Cat waiting outside, and his eyes slowly widened. Then he burst out laughing.

That day, when he'd declared Little Cat was his, he'd felt she was at a disadvantage wearing local clothes, so he'd brought her some women's outfits from Earth.

Right now, Little Cat was in a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Nothing wrong there—she was a fresh, lively girl, with a full chest, a slender waist, and long, straight legs that were mouthwateringly tempting.

But wearing a bra on her head like a safety helmet—what was that about?

"Young master, did I... do something wrong?"

Little Cat glanced down at herself. Nothing wrong, right? She'd seen the young master dress like this. She just didn't know what those two cups were for. Probably meant to be worn on the head? They were a bit tight, but since the young master told her to wear them, she did...

"Nothing wrong. It's just that it's supposed to go in here. Look at the shape and size..."

Bai Yang walked over, pointed at the bra on Little Cat's head, then at her full chest.

"Oh, I see..."

Little Cat looked up at Bai Yang with a dazed expression, then reached up, took the bra off her head, and pulled off her T-shirt right in front of him, revealing her beautiful upper body.

She blushed a little, but she didn't shy away from his gaze.

Bai Yang's Little Cat was even more obedient than a kitten!

"This view is way too stimulating..."

Bai Yang's head spun, his breathing grew heavy, his nose felt hot. Tilting his head back, he asked in a muffled voice, "Little Cat, are you... still bleeding?"

He couldn't help it. He was a hot-blooded young man, and he just couldn't hold back anymore...

"I'm sorry, young master. I'm still bleeding..."

Little Cat stopped moving, clutching the bra and twisting it in her hands, her eyes welling up with tears of self-reproach.

This was pure temptation to commit a crime!

Damn it, I can't take it anymore!

Bai Yang roared inwardly. Gritting his teeth and stomping his foot, a surge of boldness rose in him. He pulled Little Cat into the bedroom, slammed the door shut, and stared at her like a rabid dog, saying:

"Little Cat, be good. Get down..."

"(...)" (Several words omitted)

The night was cool as water, Bai Yang lay stiffly on the tiger-skin-covered bed, Little Cat nestled in his arms.

Through the window, he gazed at the night outside. In the deep starry sky, the moon hung high, casting its pure radiance, yet it could not pierce the tangled knot in Bai Yang's heart.

Yes, at this moment he was deeply troubled and conflicted, pondering a single question.

"Did I break it or not, dammit?"

He honestly couldn't figure it out, and unconsciously muttered aloud—though in Chinese.

"Young master, what did you say?"

Little Cat propped herself up on one arm and asked.

Moonlight streamed through the window, landing right on Little Cat. Bai Yang looked at her in the moonlight, his gaze lingering a moment longer on her small mouth, then shook his head and said, "Nothing..."

In his heart, he wondered: does being bitten count as breaking it or not?

"Go to sleep..."

"Oh..."

"#￥%￥&...(&()￥"

Half-asleep and groggy, a jumble of noisy sounds reached Bai Yang's ears, making him furrow his brows unconsciously even in deep slumber.

"Young master, wake up, young master, wake up..."

Then Bai Yang was shaken awake by Little Cat.

"What's wrong, Little Cat? It's not even dawn yet"

Sitting up in a daze, Bai Yang let out a big yawn and said groggily.

"Roar..."

From deep in the jungle came a sky-shaking roar, fierce and sinister. Under the night, the chirping of insects and birds fell silent—an eerie stillness!

Bai Yang jolted, all drowsiness gone.

"Little Cat, what's going on?!"

At some point, Little Cat had already donned her armor, a Titanium Alloy longsword in hand as she stood guard by the bed. Gazing through the window into the depths of the jungle, she said:

"Young master, it's a big beast from deep in the jungle throwing a tantrum!"

"A big beast?"

Bai Yang didn't quite understand.

"Like the terrifying big beast we saw that day, the gorilla—maybe even fiercer!"

Little Cat explained, then added worriedly, "I hope it doesn't reach our village. Young master, don't leave my side later. If danger comes, I'll protect you together with the villagers!"

Being told he'd be protected by a girl, especially one who had bitten him just hours ago, made Bai Yang feel a bit embarrassed no matter how he looked at it.

"Then you all better protect me well..."

Was dignity more important than his life?

But in his heart, he was shouting that this world's 'Old Man Double Guns' was about to make a fresh debut...

He got up and dressed, then crouched down to drag a box out from under the bed. Under Little Cat's puzzled gaze, he opened it, loaded two pistols, chambered rounds, tucked them into his waistband under his trench coat, and, not feeling safe enough, stuffed four extra magazines on his person.

He kicked the briefcase with the remaining bullets back under the bed, snapped a finger that didn't quite pop, flared his coat, and said smugly:

"Little Cat, let's go. Let's step out and see what demon is causing trouble!"

"Young master, slow down..."

The village was pitch black, with no one lighting torches. In the darkness, the villagers murmured among themselves, pointing occasionally at the distant dark jungle.

From deep within the black jungle, earth-shaking roars came one after another...

(So, you tell me—does it count or not? The author definitely doesn't have a complete version of the omitted part... Please vote for recommendation tickets and add to your collection for support!)