Wu Qian's actions naturally caught the attention of the Cloth Bag Nun, who was not far away.
But after glancing at Wu Qian, the Cloth Bag Nun couldn't be bothered to pay him any mind. In her eyes, the guy lying on the ground had probably accidentally touched one of his wounds, which was why he was grimacing in pain. It never occurred to her that Wu Qian was so excited he'd pinched himself.
After giving himself a hard pinch, Wu Qian gradually calmed down. When he realized that the damned nun wasn't watching him, he immediately accepted the private chat request with a silent thought.
Then, before Su Yu could message him first, Wu Qian hurriedly sent him a message.
"Boss, what are your orders? Are you planning to save me? Just tell me what you need me to do." At that moment, Wu Qian was like a man clutching at the last straw.
When Su Yu saw the message from the guy named Wu Qian, he immediately replied.
"Can you shoot? If you can, I'll send you a pistol. If you can't, forget it. Pretend I never said anything."
When Wu Qian saw the message, his breathing grew a little quicker.
He'd only ever handled a pistol once, during university military training. You couldn't say he didn't know how to use one, but his aim might not be great.
"Boss, I can! I can! I fired a gun during university military training. I know how to use an ordinary pistol." Desperate for a firearm that could turn the tables, Wu Qian replied to Su Yu the instant he came to his senses.
"Fine, I can send you a pistol. Whether you can kill that nun is up to you. Put anything up on the Trading Platform and set