When Chen Chen said he wanted to see him, Qian Wenhuan was overjoyed.
After all, in the entire Preston—no, the entire Blackwatch Company—he and the boss were the only ones from the same region.
This was how you became a trusted aide, wasn't it...
Qian Wenhuan was positively beaming. On the way over, he felt as if his whole body might float away.
Even though it was already after work, Qian Wenhuan didn't resent having his free time taken up in the slightest. He drove straight to the meeting place at top speed, without even stopping for dinner.
The place Chen Chen had asked Qian Wenhuan to come to was called the Franklin Shooting Club.
Qian Wenhuan was a little puzzled as to why Chen Chen had chosen this place to meet. But the Central Continent Region was, after all, a gun-control zone. Now that they were in Switzerland, it made sense to indulge in a little shooting.
Men were born to play with guns, after all.
Qian Wenhuan had a firearms license, too. He paid 300 Swiss Francs at the entrance and walked into the underground shooting club.
The club's lobby was practically a bar. It had dim, dazzling lights, scantily clad dancers, and plenty of patrons below the stage, fueled by alcohol and shouting themselves hoarse.
All the world's glitz and clamor could be found here.
When Qian Wenhuan walked in, he immediately spotted Chen Chen sitting in a corner.
Someone once said that when a group of people were performing onstage with all their might, it was the quietest one who drew the eye.
Qian Wenhuan didn't know if that was why he'd spotted Chen Chen at first glance, but amid this sea of indulgence, Chen Chen really did give off a peculiar aura.
"Boss..."
Qian Wenhuan