Hand Cannon and Arrival in the Pirate World.

Frant was only slightly disappointed that Bane refused his offer to travel together, as it was just a casual suggestion anyway.

"Since that's the case, I wish you good luck," Frant said, patting Bane's shoulder.

With that, he shook his coat, preparing to get up and leave.

However, before he could complete the suave, mature man's gesture, his body stiffened.

Bane's strong hand had already landed on his shoulder. "Wait, there's one last thing I need your help with."

"Something without any profit," Frant grumbled, about to say more.

Before he could finish, Bane said, "Get me a gun."

Frant looked at Bane in confusion. "You're coming to me for this kind of trivial matter? Don't you have several guns already?"

"Not the conventional kind. I want something more vicious, more brutal!" Bane said, drawing a handgun from his waist and placing it on the table.

In fact, the technological level of this world was not low. Bane even felt that some technologies were more advanced than those in his previous life. Moreover, this was the war-torn Western District. He heard that in the central regions of the Empire, there were many more dazzling and high-end technologies, though Bane hadn't seen them.

If the technological and industrial levels were not lacking, then the birth of firearms and other weapons was a natural consequence.

As a member of one of the violent gangs on Sphinx Street, Bane naturally had access to these. For example, the handgun he placed on the table was a common 'Westward-Style' handgun, somewhat similar to a Beretta.

Looking at the handgun on the table, Frant thought for a moment and then asked, "I can find the goods, but can you still afford it?"

Bane grinned. "I'll sell you my house along with it. The money doesn't have to go through me; I just want the gun. Is that acceptable?"

Upon hearing this, Frant's face lit up with joy. "It seems you're really planning to flee. To be honest, I sold my house the day before yesterday too. I'm still familiar with the process. Your house is even better than mine, so it should be..."

He paused there, not stating a specific price. After all, Bane only wanted the gun, so what was there to discuss about money?

"Wait a moment. I happen to have some goods on hand. Although I promised to deliver them to another buyer, since I'm leaving anyway, who I sell it to doesn't matter," Frant said, asking Bane to wait there for a moment before he disappeared into the room behind the bar.

About ten minutes later, the door was pushed open sideways. Frant emerged, struggling to pull a metal box with both hands.

"Give me a hand," Frant called out.

Bane got up, stepped over the bar, and took hold of the metal box, then easily placed it on the table.

Frant wiped the sweat from his brow and smiled. "Your strength is still as great as ever."

"Or perhaps you're just too weak?" Bane retorted, rolling his eyes.

Frant didn't argue with him and skillfully opened the metal box, saying, "I can't handle assault rifles with my skills, and I doubt that's what you need."

As he spoke, Bane's gaze was completely fixed on the large toy inside the box.

"Hand cannon!?" Bane exclaimed in surprise after a moment.

"That's right. I can't use this thing with my physique; I can't handle the recoil. But for you, it's no problem at all!" Frant said confidently, patting Bane's strong, muscular arm.

He continued, "As you can see, this is the Chatar Legion's officer-grade standard hand cannon—the Raging Bull Mark VI!"

The Empire had many legions under its military, and the Chatar Legion was one of them. All its members were physically strong, with over ninety percent being ability users related to physical enhancement, and all officers were ability users.

Therefore, the Chatar Legion was also known as the Muscle Legion by civilians. Considering the weapons used by such a group of strongmen, they were bound to be of ferocious caliber and immense power.

And this Raging Bull Mark VI hand cannon was one of the legion's representative weapons.

Bane took the hand cannon out of the box and held it up, pointing it at Frant's head. The cannon's massive caliber almost covered Frant's entire head. Although Frant was already somewhat small, this was still terrifying.

"Don't point it at me. Even though it's not loaded, I'm still scared," Frant said, pushing the hand cannon away.

Although this was a standard hand cannon, it was still an officer-level standard equipment. Its appearance was quite beautiful, entirely indigo blue, with a charging, enraged bull carved on the barrel.

Looking at the fist-sized bullets in the box, Bane was extremely satisfied.

Although Bane had originally planned to get something like an electromagnetic pistol with the money from selling his house, even if the housing prices here were very low, this hand cannon that Frant brought out made him feel that this was more suitable for him!

After playing with it for a while, Bane stood up, picked up the bandolier with twenty rounds of ammunition from the box, and fastened it around his waist. He then hung the hand cannon on the bandolier. His waist immediately felt heavy, but this weight did not affect him at all; instead, it gave Bane a strange sense of security.

Even if there were a rampaging elephant in front of him now, Bane felt he could kill it with one shot!

"The bullets?" Bane inquired.

"I only have this many bullets. However, the ammunition for this large-caliber hand cannon is crude and doesn't require much precision. You can find any factory later and have them hand-make it for you; it won't affect its use," Frant said, waving his hand.

This was indeed true; hand cannons did not require particularly high precision.

Bane pondered for a moment and didn't make things difficult for Frant. He took out some documents and the property deed from his coat and handed them to him. "This is goodbye for now."

Frant smiled and accepted them. "I'll put these away. We'll have a couple of drinks later."

With that, he disappeared into the door behind the bar again. However, when he came out again, Bane was no longer there.

Standing in place and falling silent for a moment, Frant sighed with a hint of reluctance. "I wonder if we'll ever meet again. Bane."

At the same time, after leaving the Fighting Gym and entering a deserted alley, Bane directly muttered "Open" in his mind. As his stamina rapidly drained, the surrounding space-time froze, and a World-Crossing Gate opened before him.

Observing the activation of this special ability, Bane suddenly noticed that the colorful halo on the gate seemed to have dimmed in blue.

When his attention shifted to the other colors, his stamina drained even faster, as if he were about to open another World-Crossing Gate.

"Could it be that different colors represent different worlds?" Bane mused inwardly.

However, now was not the time to verify. He didn't mess around and quickly opened the gate before him. He peeked inside and saw that the outside also appeared to be a deserted alley. Without hesitation, he stepped through the gate for the first time.

After passing through this World-Crossing Gate and truly feeling that he had arrived in the world of pirates, Bane mentally muttered "Close," and the World-Crossing Gate behind him quickly closed and disappeared.

Last time, he had clearly understood Teach's words, so the language here should not be a problem. As for writing, there was no need to worry; there were probably many illiterate people in this world.

"The immediate priority is to determine where I am now," Bane thought, then walked out of the alley with confidence.

He could already hear the shouts and calls from outside; it was likely a commercial street or something similar.