Chapter 96

"Heh, seems like the gun has got to a good hand.” Luther's eyes

revealed appreciation.

She looked just so happy. Her bright eyes blossomed with crystal light,

her red lips swirled into a beautiful arc, and her infectious laughter

seemed to have also made him as happy.

Other women, he was afraid, would only be so surprised when they

saw luxury jewelry.

She was really special. She never loved fancy clothes or jewelry, unlike

ordinary women.

It seemed that he had got the right gift for her.

“It's really, for me?" Joyce looked to Luther with some uncertainty, “Is it

really okay? A collector edition pistol like this must be very expensive.

You may not be able to buy it even if you have the money.”

"It's for you." Luther looked at her with amusement. Of course, you

could not buy something like this with money. He kind of “stole” it from

Khebury's gun museum.

Joyce carefully stroked the pistol, smooth and polished, and she just

could never get her hands off the gun again.

She praised, "Light and small. I can keep it in my handbag."

"After the modification, it's now shorter and can cause more damage

with almost no recoil. Great gun!" She turned it upside down in her

hand and kept praising it.

"You were attacked the day before yesterday, and there is no

guarantee that you will not encounter this kind of thing again in the

future. This pistol is for you to use for self-defense.” Luther said, and he

looked quite serious. She clearly knew how to protect herself but she

just did not have the right tool with her, and as a result, she was

attacked by that masked man. In the future, he would never want her to

get into such things.

"Hmm." Joyce thought to herself that with this gun, she wouldn't need

to carry the boomerang darts around in the future. The darts were not

convenient to keep around, to begin with, as they had sharp edges and

corners. This time she had forgotten her darts and was attacked by the

thug.

Joyce raised her arm, the pink pistol twirling nimbly in her hand.

Suddenly, the pistol stopped.

The gun was aimed right at Luther.

Her beautiful eyes were slightly raised and she asked with a smile,

“Luther, you gave me a pistol. And you're not scared?"

"Scared of what?" Luther asked with amusement as he sat gracefully

upright with his legs folded.

Even some casual movements of his could exude a deadly and

charming aura.

Joyce adjusted the gun and pointed it right at his heart.

"Aren't you afraid that one day I'll shoot you in the heart?" She

narrowed one eye, and a word came out of her seductive red lips.

Luther smiled wickedly and suddenly stood up, walking straight towards

her.

Grabbing her hand violently, causing the muzzle of the gun to be

placed directly against his heart.

"If there is a day, it will be my willingness." He turned sideways and

leaned close to her ear, teasing her seductively, "But would you?"

Joyce blushed and pursed her lips.

Feeling like she shouldn't make that joke.

Instead, she was teased by that man.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward and ambiguous.

Joyce, as if remembering something, suddenly raised her voice and

shouted in exasperation, "What's the use of sending me a gun, I don't

have a license to carry a gun. It's also illegal for me to shoot!"

Looking at her cute and naive look, Luther laughed out loud and

reached out to pinch her puffy cheeks, "You think I wouldn't expect

that? Don't worry, I have already asked Felix to help you get a special

permit to carry a gun.”

He picked up the suit on the couch and put it on, "Come on, you go

change into a light suit, you need to pass a target shooting test to apply

for a gun permit. Take you there now."