"Damn! A handgun can make that much noise?"
Fatty's eyes went wide at the astonishing racket.
"That's how a fully automatic pistol works. Press and release for one shot; hold it down and it fires until the bullets are gone."
Tiga Clone casually swapped in another magazine.
"The only drawback is that this gun's firing rate is set a little too high, so the recoil during automatic fire is greater than normal. You need enough strength to keep it under control."
The magazine Tiga Clone had loaded was a long one holding thirty-three rounds. It would normally look somewhat disproportionate on a handgun, but after that scene of sheer, overwhelming intensity, it instead made the entire weapon look even more violent and imposing.
After slipping the reloaded gun back into his bag, Tiga Clone returned the granite slab to its original position and looked at the three of them.
"Come to think of it, that hair and scent... You ran into a Forbidden Woman? Sounds like your experience in the Death Gate was even more exciting than I imagined."
"That chicken woman wasn't in the Death Gate, but it was definitely plenty exciting..."
Fatty waved a hand, looking like he could not bear to revisit those memories.
Wu Xie, however, was somewhat surprised.
"Mr. Fang, you know about Forbidden Women?"
There were many legends about Forbidden Women around Hainan, but Mr. Fang had made his judgment based on such distinct identifying traits as hair and scent. That meant he had not merely guessed that the thing matched the legends. He clearly knew that Forbidden Women existed and possessed those characteristics.
"Mm... There have always been plenty of people in this world who wanted Longevity and Agelessness, and they used all sorts of bizarre methods. Besides Jade Coffins, Elixirs of Life